Find the saddle thief. Cut off their face. Stretch that over your saddle as a warning to other light fingered fuckers. There is reputedly a gang master at work in Oxford comes here regular like and pays bottom dorrah to the crack heads for anything bike worthy, could be urban myth.
Find the saddle thief. Cut off their face. Stretch that over your saddle as a warning to other light fingered fuckers. There is reputedly a gang master at work in Oxford comes here regular like and pays bottom dorrah to the crack heads for anything bike worthy, could be urban myth.