Locked my bike up at 8:15am, Monday morning in Soho. Walked out with helmut in hand to ride home at 5:15pm to find my bike lock cut in half, laying on the ground. Bike stolen.
You know what’s sad… I really had faith in NY and laughed when people worried about my bike being stolen. I was wrong. And now I will have to buy a new bike… and a better lock. And mom yelled at me and made me report it to the police which just made me feel more stupid.