I’m on my way to lunch today with an old CNET colleague — it’s a gorgeous, sunny day out, so I don my bike gear for the short 10 minute bike ride downtown.. And, I find this:
Some farking icehole has stolen my front bike wheel off my fixie. From inside my garage. It’s purposely not a fancy bike so that people don’t try and steal stuff off of it. I had one of those “anti-theft” skewers on there (not the quick-release ones). FECK, I’m pissed.
I mean, seriously, that’s really, really annoying… I was nearly late for lunch, so I run upstairs to grab the front wheel off my other bike, and then I realize that it’s at the shop for a tune-up. Double Feck. And of course, I can’t ride my mountain bike either. So yah, I drive downtown instead, incur like $18 in parking expenses, and am like half an hour late to lunch. ARGH.
Coincidentally, the Guardian has a story this week about my friend Max’s recovery of his stolen bike. Apparently, bike theft is a thriving industry here in San Francisco. There’s TONS of bikes around, and lots of rich people that buy super expensive bikes. And, the police doesn’t seem to care about bike thefts when there are like shootings going on (uh.. yah, that shooting was at Grove & Laguna, like 3 blocks from my house, hooray. (Aside: interesting that when you talk about a shooting, my hood is “Western Addition,” but when you talk about shopping, it’s “Hayes Valley”)
So yah.. what’s up with the recent rise in crime in the City? That’s not cool, yo. Car 54, Where are You?