Bicycles.

Today I shall blog about bicycles, or rather, an incident regarding bicycles. 

When I was still in philly, me and G decided to bike around philly because there was the Schuykill River trail near Jan's place and our initial biking attempt at Burke-Gilman's was unsuccessful. 

So Jan had already left for school, and she told me the day before that she would leave a note with the necessary details we needed along with the keys to the bicycle locks. 

Here is where the story begins. 

We spent half an hour searching around the house for the note and when I was about to give up (giving up is an euphemism), I saw it lying discreetly on the table (which was pretty occupied ;)). The keys to the bicycle locks were also there. 

So yayness, and I happily proceeded to the back of the house to check out the locks and prepare to embark on our journey.

There are 3 bikes, 1 of which Jan uses and is easily identifiable because it is not the "pro" type. The other 2 bikes are identical, one of which G is supposed to use. And on each bike there are 2 bike locks (A & B). 

So next we tried to unlock lock A and the key actually fit well, BUT we couldn't turn the lock. After 20 minutes of trying, both of us were feeling rather pissed because we were already late and behind time for our biking trip. 

So being the smart me and queen of google (:P), I went up again to use jan's lappy and tried all means to find out how to unlock a Kryptonite lock. I found some youtube videos and pointed out to G that you're supposed to do this little push into the lock and its supposed to work. 

We went down again and tried but it was unsuccessful. This time round, G was fuming mad and it was the first time I heard/seen him use a string of colourful language (I suppose compliments from the army). 

So exasperated as I am, I told him I'd try one last time to see what I can get from the Internet, while he did his part too. G grudgingly agreed and I went upstairs. The Internet search wasn't helpful and I was prepared to change our day plan. 

So what I was expecting when I came down the stairs was a hardworking G working at the locks. BUT guess what I saw!! Haha.. G eating his Ben n Jerrys....... 

In the end we did get to bike because Jan finally called us back when her school ended, and that was when we knew that...... the key was supposed to fit lock B of bike 2. HAHAHAH. 

I realise this story turned out to be longer than I anticipated, thank you for reading. :P