Success!
So, I lost the key to my bike lock the other day. Then I lost the backup. My bike, meanwhile, was chained outside the Gelman Starburst (where it’s been for the last four days). I was considering picking myself up a high-powered blowtorch like the one Rory and I saw the other day outside the Watergate.
The first time I had to steal my own bike, six of us brought a ladder out to the sign it was locked to and just lifted it up and over. The lock wasn’t threaded through any of the tires, so I duct-taped it to the seatpost and rode it like that ever after. The second time, I rented a huge pair of bolt-cutters, but by the time I got out to Silver Spring again (some 11 months later) it was already gone. I considered stealing a different bike while I was there, but decided that I’d be deviating pretty seriously from the orignal plan.
Bolt cutters wouldn’t have worked this time anyway. I bought a hefty chain from a hardward store and snapped a burly, sheathed padlock onto it. The blowtorch was really the only way. With the library/coffee foot traffic and a parking meter chained to it, it would have been tough to be discrete though. Glad it didn’t have to go down that way.
I emptied my pockets the morning after the pool and the margaritas. I was gonna take pictures for the “Run Your Pockets” bit, but I couldn’t find my school ID or my key. I got an email saying that had my card, but no mention of a key. After a lot of questions and a series of fingers pointing in another direction, I realized I was sunk.
Today I cleaned, though, and there she was, chilling on the big blue thing. Isn’t that just they way? Sort out your world a bit and your head follows suit.
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- The Long-Lost Backup
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- The Watergate, an Architect’s Vurp
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- Gelman Starburst as Reflected Off Figs’ Specs
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- Pfeiffer’s Hardware in Mt. P
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- This is What I Didn’t Lose
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- Close-Up of EZ Wider Dialogue
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- Me (with what appears to be a booger) on the Blue Thing
