Yes, it's that time again: the time where our indiginous crackhead population reminds me never to get too attached to my bicycle. This time it was stolen from in front of Metreon. I think I must have fucked up, though, since the lock was still locked around the post I chained it to, so the best explanation is that somehow I managed to completely miss the bike with the lock. I mean, I've only been locking up my bike once a day for my entire life. After so short a time, it's easy to get that wrong. But the only other explanation is that someone had a master key, and
re-locked it just to fuck with me, which seems more than a little unlikely.
Our score so far:
|Nov 2000: || stolen from outside the Market @ 3rd BART entrance, 5pm|
|Jun 2002: || stolen from DNA Lounge back room|
|Jul 2002: || handlebars stolen from outside netik's place, 4am|
|Sep 2004: || stolen from outside Metreon, 7pm|
Before 2000, I'd had the same bike since a theft in 1991 or so, which was a pretty good run.