Well, the hubby took off for a weekend of drag racing up north and as luck would have it he also took with him the spare garage keys. Mine were in the cupholder of my car. In the garage. duh. All I could do was press my nose to the glass and stare at my bike, and it was driving me crazy. Well, I had to rig up a rotten old wooden ladder so that the steps would not snap when I used them(the good ladder also being locked inside the garage), run the risk of severing an artery on the sheet of tin around the window, tear the house apart in search of my swiss army knife with its phillips head screwdriver with which to dismantle the pipe chimney on the gas furnace and then slither through a window while praying the neighbors that drove past didn't mistake me for a catburglar and notify Officer Obie.
It took a few hours to achieve but in the end I enjoyed one heckuva lovely ride.
What would it take to keep you off your bike?