Sometimes you just want it to be stolen. I’m thinking of my first bicycle with training wheels, a Sears/Roebuck special that had solid rubber tires. I hated that bike so much when the kids on our block were riding Schwinns and other brands.
A couple of years later, I left it in the driveway of my friend’s house, and his dad ran over it while backing out of the garage. He couldn’t understand why I wasn’t upset by it.
