You've heard of human trafficking... how about bicycle trafficking?

Saturday, 12 May 2012

I received a text message, from my special friend, at 8.15 in the morning:

Your bike is gone. They left your lock in my basket.

I'd locked my rusty, fixed-gear bicycle to a lamppost outside the house. And surely enough, as I shuffled outside (with bare feet and shit hair) to investigate, the bike was gone.