What about the kid who found her bicycle like this, frame still locked to the signpost, everything gone but the frame and handle bars. I understand the value of tires, but who would steal the seat and the pedals? Probably been here for weeks or even months before I wandered by more attentive than usual. It’s so sad, so sudden looking, the apparent shock of it all. The lock intact like the ultimate inevitability of a false yet eternal security, the chain calmly rusting away, both the chain and the rust, oblivious.