They stole my bike seat. I bucked up, spent some money and replaced the stolen seat and post. Then they stole that one. Naturally, I bucked up and bought another seat and post. So, now I carry that fuckin seat around w/ me all over the place. Kind of a pain in the ass but I am used to it by now. Anyway, I came home from work tonight and as I am passing my bike, heavily chained to the pipe under the stairs to my building as it was, I notice it no longer has any wheels. They stole my wheels. My bike's feet! I am not sure who "they" are, exactly. Probably delivery guys who steal seats and feet from bicycles all over Manhattan. They carry socket wrenches around w/ them in their backpacks full of take-out menus and extra hot sauce. I give up. "They" can have it. I unlocked the frame from its pipe and threw it into the street. So, now, I have a bike seat w/ post and a very heavy chain and lock. Two good New York weapons, actually. Maybe, I'll just walk around w/ my new weapons looking for would-be delivery boy thieves, riding around on bicycles sporting familiar looking feet. You can't own a bike in this city. I guess I am on foot for now on. I have to use my own feet like a shlub.
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