When I saw my bike hanging wheelless from a sign post last week, several thoughts entered my head. Among those thoughts was why the prick that stole my wheels (requiring a wrench) didn’t just use a bic pen and steal the whole bike. At least they could have rode the thing somewhere rather than carrying the crappy old wheels around.
So, this is farewell to a my old bike. It served me well over the last 15 years as a mountain bike first then a stripped down urban vehicle. Goodbye old friend.