I'm tempted to declare the almost 6,000-word piece a classic of bike theft literature. It tells the story of how the author's bike got stolen and how his thirst to avenge that violation "grew to encompass three cities, seven bikes, and repeated encounters with the dangerous underworld of vanished bicycles."
It will be months before I've researched and written posts about all the oh-so-germane topics Symmes touches on—Chris Brennan, who has a method of lock-picking named after him; the value a piece of stolen property has to have for its theft to qualify as a felony (apparently the value varies state-to-state); the possibility of tracking wayward spouses with Garmin GPS locators—so for now I'll leave it at a single quote (from which I took the title of this post) and, of course, the recommendation that you go read the piece in its entirety.
In America’s rough streets, there are four forms of currency—cash, sex, drugs, and bicycles. Of those, only one is routinely left outside unattended.
—from "Who Pinched My Ride?"
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