|Mine until February!|
I also now have give me a home among the gum trees in my head, and also kookaburra sits in the old gum tree. Probably a slight improvement on Strawberry Kisses, though.
Anyway, I had had my bike for less than six hours when DISASTER STRUCK. I rode it to town and locked it up on Bismarckplatz, then walked to meet Laurence and Zoe for coffee. Then we decided to go and see König der Löwen (The Lion King) in 3D in Mannheim (a 20-minute train ride away), so walked back down Hauptstrasse, and I was going to get my bike and take it to the station. Unfortunately, the lock that came with it was really stiff, and none of us could get it undone. So after about fifteen minutes of standing around trying to undo the blasted lock, Laurence (bless him) carried the locked bike on his shoulder it to the bike shop on Plöck to see if they could help/ supply me with a new lock. We got a few strange looks (we could very well have been stealing the bike, really) and when we got to the shop, there was a sign in the door saying that they closed at 1pm that day. Sooo we left it there, and I will go in tomorrow before/ after (probably after ;) class and see what they can do.