Been (Not) Caught Stealing
On Tuesday this week, I locked my bike as usual by the stairs at my station. When I returned in the evening, my old U-lock's circular bolt had somehow gotten twisted in such a way that I could no longer fit the toothed key. I fought with it for 20 minutes; I even went home, got WD-40 and a Bic pen (the infamous Kryptonite hack? Could it be my turn to make use of it?), and tried all manner of prying and prodding to force the lock body to turn back to allow the key to work just one more time. No luck — that baby was frozen shut. Chris figured someone had made a weak play at defeating the lock and given up; I certainly can't see how it got twisted and frozen on its own.
So, in a fit of "get 'r done," I sawed that damned lock right off my frame last night. Let it be known that in Park Ridge, IL, a guy with a Dremel tool plugged into his car's 110VAC accessory outlet can throw sparks from a locked bike for ~20 minutes without a single passerby stopping to ask awkward questions. Including an entire outbound Metra full of de-training commuters, which was of course right next to my daily rack choice. Suburbs.
(Thanks to JZ for encouraging me to share this business.)
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