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...And again we have the fact that Nobody Tells Me Anything in this house.
Dad's going away for a couple of days. Ireland. This is all cool and good.
But somehow I was supposed to divine this from him not telling me anything. I saw him making a luggage rack for the bike, yeah, but how was I supposed to know that a) this wasn't a hare-brained scheme and b) he intended it for immediate use?
Sigh.