Monday, March 15, 2010

The Five Stages of Bike Theft Loss and Grief

"My bike is gone! No, that's silly, I have a good Kryptonite U-Lock. Obviously I locked it somewhere nearby and forgot. Whew, that was quite a scare."
"Did everyone on Denman street go blind while my bike was being stolen right in front of them? Sheep! You fucking dumb sheep! If I caught the bastard in action I would end his career and he'd never ride a bike again."
"Maybe if I'd used a better lock - or more locks - I'd still have my bike."
"I'm disappointed, I'm depressed, some stupid jackass stole $1200 out of my pocket.


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