Once Upon A Time, I Was A Bicycle

Sometimes life just stinks. You diligently lock your bicycle and the punks take everything except for the frame you locked! Gladly, this wasn’t my bike, but one I came upon in Los Angeles. Maybe with their next bicycle they will add a second cable lock run through the wheels. Of course the little vandals could still steal the pedals and the seat!

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