I work near crackhead central (moss park), and park my bike in a private parking lot that's accessible from Queen St. I always leave my tank bag on the bike, but with nothing of value in it. Been like that all season, commuting almost every day.
Sure enough, this morning a coworker tells me my bag is wide open. Not much lost, just a couple US dollars I keep for tolls, my beat to hell Ray Bans (both lenses cracked) I've been meaning to replace all summer, and a ten dollar multi tool. Nothing I care about, but still have that sinking feeling inside. Can't stop thinking about what I might have left in there, though I doubt there was anything important or of value
Guess my point is, doesn't matter how minor the items stolen, still sucks, and I hate crackheads!
Sure enough, this morning a coworker tells me my bag is wide open. Not much lost, just a couple US dollars I keep for tolls, my beat to hell Ray Bans (both lenses cracked) I've been meaning to replace all summer, and a ten dollar multi tool. Nothing I care about, but still have that sinking feeling inside. Can't stop thinking about what I might have left in there, though I doubt there was anything important or of value
Guess my point is, doesn't matter how minor the items stolen, still sucks, and I hate crackheads!