Today I went to lunch with a friend in Center City Philadelphia. I rode my bike to lunch. Chained it to a u-shaped metal pipe for locking bikes and went to lunch. When I came out from lunch the bike, my helmet and the lock were gone.
Which bike? The one I bought for Iraq and rode for almost my whole tour--a red Trek T-1 single speed. If you ride in Philly, bike theft is going to happen. I'll miss that particular bike like an old friend because I rode it in Oklahoma for the train up and for almost the whole deployment--I broke the crank with a month to go on my tour, but Bike Line of Lancaster fixed it when I got back.
I don't suppose I'll ever see it again, and I do have other bikes. But I really liked that bike and will always remember the looks I got from turret gunners in MRAPS and Humvees when the say me riding with my rifle on my back.