I am the new owner of a bike. It folds. Slightly used, it did not cost as much as that link will claim.
I am a Pisces. Now, I am no longer a fish without a bicycle. Which is to say, to invert the Steinem maxim, that I am a woman with a man. But neither am I that, nor a man with a woman.
The bike will be useful in fetching groceries.
The lock and chain, however, are a different story. Half as expensive and a third as heavy as the bike itself, they are my first investment in city-proof security, since this is the first time in six years I’ve had a bike worth protecting. Pulling the chain from the frame feels like hauling anchor. I’m not sure if you’re supposed to use it on your bike, or if you’re just supposed to park your bike in sight, keeping the chain with you at all times to beat thieves.