Everyday I ride my bike to the train station where I pay a small fee to park in a building. My parking space is on the second floor. To get up there I go to the stairs where a thin conveyor belt waits to carry my bike along as I step up beside it. The electronic voice never hesitates to remind me to hold my brakes on the way up.
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