I have my own true crime report. Just a couple of hours ago I heard a smash in the office parking lot. From the window I saw an asian teen on a bike pedal past my car wearing a backpack. I walked to the door shoeless, where I noticed glass around my car. The backpack was my own! I jumped in the car and caught up with him one minute and two blocks later. I blocked an alley and jumped out. He dropped my backpack and pedaled away as fast as his sissy little bike could carry him. I searched the neighborhood while dialing 911 and glimpsed him once, but he slipped away (damn one-way streets with too many cars on them).
So from this day forward, I'll never leave stuff visible in my car. And I'll always be grateful for sissy bikes, lowriders (the cars and the pants), and other impractical modes of transportation that I used to mock.
So from this day forward, I'll never leave stuff visible in my car. And I'll always be grateful for sissy bikes, lowriders (the cars and the pants), and other impractical modes of transportation that I used to mock.