ALWAYS BUY A QUALITY PROTECTION

When I moved to the Netherlands, I lived in a dormitory close to the University. At first, I was one of the opposers of having a bike. Because why do you need one if both city and Uni are in a walkable distance? It all changed after a few months when I realized that walking late at night after a party was way too tiring 😀

I started searching for one. Conveniently, I lived in a dorm, and junkies would occasionally come with bikes to sell. They would hit all the buzzers on display (700+ rooms) and whoever was fast enough to come down first would get the bike for a bargain (<€50).

I remember it was December and it was snowing outside. We were having a party at our place when someone buzzed our door. I picked up the phone and heard the typical sales pitch "Do you need a bike?". To what my reply was "Coming down". I quickly put my shoes on and ran down. The bike was perfect. I bought it for €30. But then I realized that I don't have a lock. So, I called my flatmate and asked to bring down his spare lock. The lock was very amateur and could be easily cut. But I thought I would store it in our dorm's bike shed for now and then in a couple of days, when the weather gets better, would go and buy a proper lock.

So, I parked my bike in the shed, locked it, and went back to enjoy the party. In a few days, the weather got better, and I decided to check my bike. I entered the shed, and the only thing I saw left from my bike was the damn lock. My bike was gone, and there was no way to trace it. I started laughing because it was too funny to realize that my bike was stolen before I even could try it 🤷🏽‍♂️

P.S. Were you expecting a sex story after reading the title? 😏 Sorry, but I liked the title too much to ignore it 😂