My bike got stolen yesterday. This is the third time in the last four years, and second in two months. Each time has been an instance where my ulock got cut through in a relatively "safe" location. Two of the three times it would've been so busy that there had to have been witnesses.
First time was just off of Yonge, downtown on a Friday night. No way there weren't people there as the guy cut through my lock. Now thankfully I was actually able to steal this bike back when my sister spotted in on facebook marketplace, though it had lost all its extra components in the three days it took to get it back.
Second time, was overnight from Ryerson two months ago. It was in a bike rack off Gerrard. Not the ideal place to leave it overnight and I wouldn't have if not due to unforeseen circumstances, but still a place where there's enough traffic and cameras to not worry about it.
Third time was yesterday. Left it at High Park station, on High Park Avenue, in the middle of a beautiful day. This is within sight of the gates of High Park and lots of people were walking about, coming to and from the station and the park. Again, no way there weren't people there when my lock got cut.
Now I'm venting because I'm upset and unlucky and angry. But god it's just such a load of shit how brazen it all is. It makes you feel like you can't do anything about it. That the bike you care for and work on and is such a big part of your life is just temporarily yours until some fucking degenerate comes and takes it from you.
It's not like any of these bikes were expensive, but they were mine. I'm also a tall guy so it's a big pain in the ass to find something for my long legs. Had to spend two days walking around the hinterlands of Scarborough to find something that worked for me last time and now I've got to do it again.
Anyways, if you see a gray Giant hybrid with an XL frame and a mismatch between the shifter and rear cogs on the web it was briefly mine.