I can't believe it happened again.
I take that back...I can. Things are becoming more difficult, which means that people are becoming more desperate, or simply opportunistic.
Whatever the explanation, I experienced something I thought I knew better than to allow to happen.
I took Vera to take care of some business in Midtown Manhattan: 34th Street, a block from the Empire State Building, to be exact. I locked up the frame and wheels and took off anything that someone could abscond with...or so I thought.
When I came out, after about an hour and a half, my saddle and seatpost were gone. Perhaps the thief wanted the bike and, upon realizing he (All right, I'm sexist.) wouldn't get it, took what he could.
So now I'm out a Brooks B-17 saddle in honey. Yes, I'm glad the thief didn't get the whole bike or, say, the wheels. Still...