Words are inadequate

I hope you enjoy biking as much as I do! (Not that I can do it around here--too hot, too much traffic, too few bike lanes, and too many coyotes.)

My solution to the bike theft problem was solved by the pocketbook: I could only afford a crap bike with brake on the pedal and one speed, which no self respecting thief ever wanted. My spouse used his bike to get to the fire department when he was a volunteer--but he went through four bikes.

(We even caught a bike thief once. She was about eighteen, wearing a teeny tiny bikini. The spouse and I were dating at that time. He came down into the closed patio, where she was in the process of wheeling out his bike, and she had just begun her droopy look, toe-dragging, baby-voiced, "Ooops, I thought this was my bike, I got so confoozed," when I came downstairs. She saw me, and my extreme skepticism, and took off running.)