Blogging About Bicycling In Bombtown, New Mexico
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Monday, January 12, 2009
I've had more bikes stolen than I can remember. One was stolen from behind two locked, eight foot fences from a friend's back porch in Chicago. It was locked with a large cable and parked only about 30 minutes. I was in the kitchen the whole time. The freak had to be watching me as he cut the lock and climbed over two fences with the bike. Amazing. I don't often wish harm on people. But, I hope the scum sucker was run over on his way to trade the bike for some crack. Lousy bastard.
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