Hello fellow enthusiasts. Some jagoff tried to take my bike last night. Here's my story:
Riding down Hillhurst yesterday I felt contented. I had just arrived home from my nieces 1st birthday party, and was riding on a wave of warm fuzzies. Since it was only 8pm, I decided to cap off my evening by watching the Quantum of Solace at the Vista. So i jumped on my recently purchased Kilo, and headed down the hill at one with my bike and the road, trying to outpace cars, and squeaking through intersections as the lights turned yellow. Upon arriving at the Vista, the bike racks were filled, so i locked my bike up to the pedestrian walk button pole not 10 feet from the box office, and bathed in the light from the marque.
At this moment a weird sense of dread came over me, it was as if a switch was flipped in my head, and all of a sudden i felt as if there was a great sadness in the force. Not entirely sure of what I was feeling, I headed to the box office, purchased my ticket, and stood in the concession line. Right before I headed into the main theater, I looked back at my Kilo, and stopped for a second to admire the way the Vista lights were dancing off the emerald green paint. I didn't know why I did this at the time, but in retrospect should have listened to my intuition, instead of passing it off as being overly paranoid. As the movie got out, I hurried to the exit, and was relieved to see my bike resting elegantly against the pole. Feeling immense relief, I walked over to my bike. While walking around it and fishing for my key, I was stopped dead in my tracks. The once pristine top tube was scarred and chipped against the pole, and my Kryptonite mini lock had rips in its vinyl covering. Some gutless piece of waste had tried to break my lock, and in the process had ruined the top tube on a bike that was but 3 weeks old.
Now in my 26 years of life, no one would mistake me for an alterboy. I have done things that I'm ashamed of, and things that I knew in the bottom of my heart were wrong. I'll admit that. But to pass this off as Karma? Karma is for hippies. The meek accept misfortune as Karma, the strong retaliate. I am willing to set up bike stings in the Los Feliz, Echo Park, Silverlake, and Hollywood areas. I have a customized Fixed gear that we can use as bait, and a video camera to document the evidence to the police. Lets take our streets back, and show these A holes that you should never touch another man's property. Who's with me?