#173: Under the railway overpass way off to the side of Centraal Station.

Not that I normally would, only the back tyre sprung a leak during a thunderstorm, and that was the closest place I could lock it up under shelter.

And not that it got stolen, either. Instead, some klootzak slashed the seat and both tyres open with a knife. The seat I can tape up, the tyres are gonna cost to replace.

I’ve been saying for about a week now I should pick it up and fix that back tyre. There’s a lesson about procrastination somewhere in there.