bicycle "lost"

one of the fun things about living in the hood is how quickly property changes hands... and the ways in which it does.

the first is the "one man's trash is another man's treasure" method. i can't tell you how often i've thrown out bad forks, bad frames, bad rims, etc., that kids pull out of the dumpster, piecemeal onto their "broken bikes" and then ask me to fix. sometimes it works. most times it doesn't.

and i know this because i've already gone through the 6-10 bikes (in parts) i have and made as many swap-outs as possible.

the other way is simply being lifted. ganked. stolen.

my downstairs neighbor borrowed a bike from my next door neighbor two nights ago to commute to work. good for him. one more biker is the rally cry, right?

well, last night he left it out on the porch. this morning, he knocked on my door asking if he could borrow a bike from me. knowing the first bike was missing, i asked him if he had a lock. and if he used it.

something tells me i made the right decision.

happy riding, my friends.

OMB


"At that age, it's one of the worse things in the world to wake up and not see your bike where you left it." ~ 50 Cent