My bike’s final resting place …
… well, not “final,” exactly, but the last time I saw it, back when I owned it earlier today.
Someone stole it. I figure they needed it more than I did. Go in good health, both of you.
My bike had a really great parking spot, though, the last time I parked it: across the street from the Art Institute’s Modern Wing. To the thieves’ credit, they have a good eye. I imagine them shopping, comparing — look, nice blue fenders on that one — wait — a red Cannondale!
