My tightarse single speed was stolen a while ago. It was actually my favourite bike. It was stolen from the front of my local boozery on busy Fitzroy Street in St Kilda. I was bloody angry at the time.
Last Friday about 1215 or so, I was sitting in a truck, in heavy traffic in Chrurch Street Richmond near the Swan Street intersection when a ghost appeared.
Travelling in the opposite direction was this hipster looking dude – ON MY BIKE. I knew… Continue