After work today, I rode downtown to take some pictures. En route to my destination, I hopped on the 16th St. Mall. I pulled up to one of the lights and instead of disengaging shoe from pedal, I reached out to the back of pedicab in front of me. The young lady driving it looked back and after a second, smiled.
I usually keep one ear open while I ride. I heard some guy talking to my left. After a second I realized he was talking about me to his friend.
Him to his friend: “I wonder what statement this guy is trying to make.”
Him to me: “What statement are you trying to make with a blacked out bike”
I completely ignore the fact that it’s not ‘blacked out’. I simply removed any identifying marks to it’s brand.
Me: “I don’t want to get it stolen.”
Him: Doesn’t that increase the chances it will get stolen.
Me: No. If you knew what kind of bike it was, it would increase the likelihood it would get stolen.”
Him: “What kind is it?”
Me: “No Comment.”
The light turns and as I start to ride away, the pedi-cab driver smiles.