I read this earlier and it brought memories of my first "proper" bike I owned.

I was 15, and I liked owning nice things, I wanted a silver Marin bike I had seen, after working all summer I managed to save enough to buy it, I rode every day to school, I rode my bike everywhere.

Until one morning, it wasn't there, just a sad looking kriptonite lock broken in 2. It took me a what felt like hours to understand what just happened, my baby, my means of transport, my freedom had been taken away from me, I was devastated.

Today I read this letter left by someone who must have felt the same way, and it brought back memories, and also made me realise how truly revolutionary the folding bikes we own are.

I dont own a lock, I dont worry if "my bike will be here when I come back" I take my bike everywhere I go.




Source: sh itlondon.co.uk

So I wonder, do you own a lock? do you ever lock your folder outside?


Happy riding,

Juan