Many, many bad things happened to that pretty pink bike, and in 2.268 words I tried my very best to describe all the horrors that my bike encountered. In the end, there wasn’t much left of the bike, to be perfectly honest, and I never felt like I were accurately able to convey exactly how violated my bike was before it went to bike heaven.
I found this bike while I was out for a walk the other day. It had been stripped of everything useful, and then some. Much like my own bike. Some poor soul had left it, locked, chained to the lamppost, only to come back to find it molested in the worst way.
You cannot imagine how satisfying it was, knowing that I wasn’t alone.
|I particularly like how they set the rear wheel in concrete. |
Forty-two points for originality.
This post is a part of the 30 Days of Photographs II challenge. Please visit the rest of the participants for more fantastic photos: MikeWJ, Nicky and Mike, Mo, Meleah, John, aka nonamedufus, Bryan, aka Unfinished Person, Mariann, Malisa, Nora, LaughingMom, Tanya, Elizabeth A., 00dozo, Cheryl, Kristen and Katherine. *