Did Sherlock Holmes ever ride a bicycle?

I'm not normally of the nosy disposition, but one never learns if one stops being inquisitive.

With this in mind, after cycling to the flat after work, I followed a man. Not a suspicious looking man, nor a man of any real distinction, but a man who was upon a two-wheeled transportation device. I followed him into the dark, deep recesses of our building's car park. There was really nothing sinister about the whole thing -- I merely wanted to learn where he was storing his bike. My curiosity led me to fathom he was storing his bike in a bike storage room, of all things! So now my bike can stay in the allotted storage space along with his bike, rather than on our balcony.

Inquisitiveness - without it, my balcony would be a much less cosy place to hang out, and my bike is now amongst his people. Not that I approve of Human/Bicycle based apartheid.

  • 2nd August, 2007
  • Life.

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