I know many of you are waiting with baited breath for news of the PB (Pink Bike).
After first trying to get it onto a bus 1. without the driver seeing it (not easy, pretty much impossible) REFUSED and 2. casually pretending there wasn't a problem REFUSED, I stashed it behind a church. Sacred ground and all that. Please don't get stolen.
The girls and I went home, we had dinner and I put them to bed. Still not sure how I was going to retrieve the PB. I had visions of walking into town and then riding back (a feat that would have taken all night - SO NOT happening!) So I called the lovely neighbours, and with my desperate pleading they agreed to drive me into town and pick up the PB.
I felt like a thief, creeping around the church grounds in the dark and putting a random bike in the back of the car.
The black clothing and balaclava I was wearing probably only fueled people's suspicions. Hey, I was cold.
PB is now home safe and sound. It had better be used, pinkness and all!