Wheel Theft at Transit Center
The other day when I locked my bike up to the bike rack at the Hollywood transit center, another bike locked there had had its wheel stolen. And I know it wasn’t just taken off by its owner as is sometimes done to prevent theft, because for one, it was the back wheel, and who does that? takes off their back wheel and drags it along? No one. Two, the bike was left resting on its derailleur mechanism smack on the concrete, so obviously the bike owner wouldn’t have done that either. I took a photo I’ll post tomorrow. It looks so ravaged.
So I’m liking less and less the idea of leaving my bike there for eight or nine hours at a time. The following day I tried going back to Plan A, of taking my bike with me on the train. Just as before, I didn’t like that either. I didn’t feel confident that one of the other passengers wouldn’t just roll it off into the sunset while I was buried in my book. Or that it would remain standing throughout the wiggling of the train trip. Or that someone else boarding with other wheels (bikes, strollers, wheelchairs..) would be able to maneuver around it. And again I didn’t feel like unloading the stuff from the basket and lifting that horse of a bike onto one of the hooks. Ooof. Like sometimes I’m tired, ok? I’m not always so peppy as I may appear here on this blog. And lately my back’s been iffy, and I don’t want to push my luck.