A year ago, when we were moving to St. Louis, I went outside to show the movers which bicycles to take, and discovered that my bike’s seat had been stolen. One day before we moved. In St. Louis, we eventually got a new seat (including a saddle I really rather liked), and since we moved back to the Bay Area, I’ve been biking to the CalTrain station to get to work each morning.
On Monday, my bike seat was stolen again. Today, of course, I finally received in the mail the key to a bicycle locker at the train station.