Yes, after 6-months delays I finally bought my bike. I've ridden it three times and two out of those times I didn't crash (that story to follow at some point). So far I'm loving it, though apparently not all of me agrees.
This morning, twenty minutes before I had to leave the house I did a quick grab of my bits and pieces; wallet, housekeys, bike lock keys, mobile phone etc. Then, after getting dressed I went to chuck them in my bag.
The bike lock keys were gone.
As in literally, it's now six hours later and I still haven't found them. And I ripped the freaking house apart - both before I left and when I got home. Nothing. In that twenty-minute break between last seeing them and looking for them, my subsconscious took over and hid those two little keys. I have no idea where they could be and no memory of having put them anywhere; just the last time I saw them. My brain has blanked me, the bastard.
And that's where our relatonship is at right now. I still went for my ride, part of me believing that if I defied my brain it'd then tell me where the keys are. No such luck. Now I'm thinking in terms of "I'll show him," ; "him" being some renegade portion of my brain. I have twelve hours till I need my bike next, and I'll be damned if some sneaky little sourpuss (I'm picturing it as my chubby child self) is going to push me around.
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