In a world where bikes are cars... one must act accordingly
A few weeks ago, I went to the library as I normally do, locked my bike to a small pedestrian bridge, as normal, and went inside. When I finished my work for the day that evening, I came out to get my bike, only to find that another had taken its place, and mine was nowhere to be seen. Before I left home, Rachel (my sister) gifted me a tracking device which I had taped to my bike in the event that it was stolen. I checked the corresponding app to see where it had wandered off to and found that it was across the city, in a warehouse district. My immediate assumption was that it had been stolen, as is common here (and everywhere). I spent the next several days sending curses and ill will to whoever had taken it upon themselves to steal my beater of a bike. After complaining to several friends about my misfortune, someone suggested that I look on the municipality website to see if anyone had turned it in. To my dismay, I did find it on the municipality website, complete with its own ...