The blue and grey "Lespo Sidewinder" seemed safe and sound, sitting beside the subway entrance whilst strapped to the bicycle rack. I gave it what turned out to be its last goodbye, through the spokes of the front wheel lacing the loop of the lock and latching it around the bar rack. Down from the subway I returned the next day.
Some ugly, old, slightly rusty piece-of-crap bike stood where my bike was supposed to be secured. I wondered, "Didn't I leave my bike right here?" Then I headed off to my Korean lesson, late, because some stinking kid or looney drunk had taken from me my mobility.
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