Faith in Humanity: Restored

I was in a rush to lock up my bike at Grand Central yesterday because I was going to miss my train. I locked the front wheel to the frame but didn’t notice that I hadn’t gotten it around the projection on the side of a lamppost. This means that my bike was unlocked and sitting in front of one of the city’s busiest daytime spots for 11 hours and was not stolen. This either means that New Yorkers are much more honest than their reputation or my bike really looks like a piece of shit.

Reading: The Rum Diary by HST