One time I locked my bike to my car rack and left on vacation forgetting the key to unlock my bike. I pulled over at a random construction site, and asked them if they had anything to cut the lock. (I was thinking that I might have to go to the fire department and get them to break out the jaws of life). Well this random guy pulls out of his hip pocket something that looked like a big set of gardening shears and proceeded to snip through my cable lock like it was a stick of butter.
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Two wheels good. Four wheels bad.