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After years of being the lone bike in my building’s bike rack, a family moved in and they each have their own bike, including the kids. That makes me so happy.
Also relevant: the time my bike got stolen and I got it back
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@skinnylatte My favorite such story was walking by the bus station in downtown Santa Cruz with my then-gf, we noticed a nice blue Ritchie MTB on the bike rack, fillet brazed and with bull moose bars, just like hers… which was locked safely back at her dorm.
Wasn’t it? No, wait, what? That was her bike! We rescued it without even knowing it had been stolen!
@skinnylatte Those are good people!