Not always good

This morning in a "security" guarded parking lot my dad's bike, his main mode of transportation, was stolen. Sadly, even in great towns such as this, we can never fully trust others. In this case, someone assumed that a locked bike on a secured bike rack meant that they only had to work harder, cutting off the lock, to take what wasn't theirs. A premeditated act of vandalism. Maybe we can work with these sad people to put all that hard work into something that they can actually claim as their own instead of having to steal what isn't.