Rode over to manchester for a works meeting and locked my touring bike on the platform of Victoria station. 

Good thick wire  lock, through the wheels, frame and post, I even locked my helmet.

When i came back 3 hours later, all gone.  i actually thought i’d got the wrong place.

 Never mind the kind person from British rail poice asked me all about my erligion, race, what i was wearing  etc. I would have rather they looked on the CCTV to see what time the scroat did it and try and catch them 

It was a bad day to work at CTC as a colleague locked his outisde the restuarant on the main street, GONE! 

In both cases locks nicked as well, next time i’m on the train all the way!

 Still got a nice last ride over Greenfield before we parted company