The other night i dreampt that i was up in the city of london and my crossbar somehow became unscrewed and as soon as i screwed it back into the handlebar end it would unscrew at the seatpost end. I was quite distressed and there were all these city banker types walking past with disaproving looks.
In a similar vein to OPs, i remember as a kid i got a new bike for Christmas. Sounds stupid now, but a new bike as a kid in the 70s was a rare and important thing....then i woke up Christmas morning, jumped out of bed, looked around the room..... Properly gutted.
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