Rode into downtown last night with just a simple cable lock for the sake of keeping my pack light. Parked my bike outside of a store and secured the cable lock leaving no slack between the post and my frame.
I came back out only to find my lock laying underneath the post. The cops didn't show up until 3 hours later, so in that 3 hours I walked around on foot through the busy parts of downtown showing other riders photos of my bike and to be on a look out. I then saw a dismantled mtb under a set of sketchy stairs that maybe 15-20 homeless tweakers young and old were sitting near. So I casually walked into that direction simply acting like a passer by. At last right next to the dismantled mtb is my bike.
I dodged some tweaker teens grabbed my handle bars and pulled it out from under the stair set and was locked onto my pedals in a second giving them the biggest middle finger salute as they are yelling that I got the bike back.
So atlas after 2 hours of being missing, I have my bike back. The took a razor blade to my frame and just ran down the entire frame so I have these god awful razor streaks across my frame and they also cut out the the logo on my pivotal seat as well as adjusting my seat and handle bars….
Im still pissed and I remember what these mother fuckers look like, I have a feeling they will be there tonight. I want to order a large coffee and dump it on their head. But any other creative ideas that keep me out of the eyes of the law are welcome.
Ugh, one fuck of a night last night.
Rode into downtown last night with just a simple cable lock for the sake of keeping my pack light. Parked my bike outside of a store and secured the cable lock leaving no slack between the post and my frame.
I came back out only to find my lock laying underneath the post. The cops didn't show up until 3 hours later, so in that 3 hours I walked around on foot through the busy parts of downtown showing other riders photos of my bike and to be on a look out. I then saw a dismantled mtb under a set of sketchy stairs that maybe 15-20 homeless tweakers young and old were sitting near. So I casually walked into that direction simply acting like a passer by. At last right next to the dismantled mtb is my bike.
I dodged some tweaker teens grabbed my handle bars and pulled it out from under the stair set and was locked onto my pedals in a second giving them the biggest middle finger salute as they are yelling that I got the bike back.
So atlas after 2 hours of being missing, I have my bike back. The took a razor blade to my frame and just ran down the entire frame so I have these god awful razor streaks across my frame and they also cut out the the logo on my pivotal seat as well as adjusting my seat and handle bars….
Im still pissed and I remember what these mother fuckers look like, I have a feeling they will be there tonight. I want to order a large coffee and dump it on their head. But any other creative ideas that keep me out of the eyes of the law are welcome.