My oh has taken the rear wheel off my expedition bike (the one I tour on and went off around what turned out to only be Europe around but...) Along with the pedals and the barbag. We have cleared the double bed of sleeping bags, down duvets, rucksacks, tents etc and he has lain it down on the bed handlebars flat.
Covering it over with the sleeping bags and the likes reduced me to blubbering, in fact just writing this out is leaving me crying. I know I'm getting a new bike trike out of this but I guess I'm finding this rather harder than I hope. I've had some damn good times on that bike and just being unable to use her because I can't bloody balance on 2 legs let alone 2 wheels anymore is rather hard to bear right now.
I keep trying to tell myself it may not be permanent, but I'm so scared it is. He can't even high me for more than a minute because it hurts!