After putting in the finishing touches on a 6 month long project at work, I left the office at approximately 10 pm on Friday night to find that my bike had been completely violated. The handle bar, gear shifters, cables, brakes…all gone. Luckily the derailer and chain put up a fight and were still dangling from the frame. This just doesn’t make any sense to me, how do people come to the point where they think this ok? After having my saddle stolen last Thursday, I thought I was safe from this sort of thing for awhile. I must have some harsh karma swirling around. Scenes keep running through my head of this f*ck ripping apart my bike as hurried (and apparently oblivious) commuters brushed past the to catch the last train headed to the suburbs.