THE CASE OF THE STOLEN JUMPER
Dec 19, 2018
3 minutes
(Continuing my attempt to remember what bikes I’ve owned )
THERE WAS ONE morning when I returned to my South Yarra dwelling from my girlfriend’s place (in those days South Yarra was a cheap place to live) and found my bike gone. Richard, the bloke in the next room from mine, filled me in.
He had woken up in the early hours to hear three or four blokes pushing the bike out onto the road and trying to start it. Fortunately I had
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