My daily commuter was stolen today right in the heart of the financial district. A 1989 Wicked Fat Chance that has been with me my whole adult life, longer than my wife, kids and house. I was told by a cop that he had never seen a case where a bike was stolen that the wheel was locked seperately...so that's what I did and the effing thief cut the lock, took the bike (less the front wheell) and walked off with it. I am in a deep funk 
Some crack-head boosts my bike for a fix, $50 for him, priceless for me....I would have rather been rolled for a couple hundred bucks rather than lose that bike.
This sucks.

Some crack-head boosts my bike for a fix, $50 for him, priceless for me....I would have rather been rolled for a couple hundred bucks rather than lose that bike.
This sucks.













