Monday Blues: The Campus Curse


What is a Roadmaster to do. Dorms are only so big, space inside at a premium, and so you spend the night outside. One night, a weeks worth, all the nights of your existence. Without any means of self-defense you fall easy prey to thugs and random vandals. They aren't interested in the chain - all those nights in the ocean air have made a rusty mess of it, but during the darkest hours the pedals and cranks are removed easily enough. Once that happens, immobility makes you a sitting duck, and the next night they stomp your front wheel into a shell of its former self.

One day the owner comes out. He curses, maybe mourns a little, but there is nothing to be done now. You are one of the abandoned, a campus derelict.

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