During my last year and a half of college, I would walk by a long line of covered bike racks several times a day. They were located near one of the main entrances to the student center. One morning while passing, I noticed an early generation Gary Fisher fixed 29er locked up on the extreme left end of the racks. I didn't think too much of it at the time, until my way home from campus that night. I saw the bike again unmoved in the same location. I figured the owner must still be inside grinding out a long paper that was due the next day. I was surprised to see the bike the following morning right where I found it the day before.
For the next few months I kept track of the bike only to realize that it never moved; holidays, weekends, or whenever, it was guaranteed to be there. My friends also started keeping tabs and found the same thing. We talked a few times about snatching it up. A late night walk and bolt cutters would have done the job, but it just didn't feel right taking someone else's bike. As a result the bike stayed put for a few more semesters until campus police impounded it.
We were sad to find out the fate of the Fisher. There was no way of knowing the true story behind the bike, but we couldn't help but feel some regret for not saving the Fisher from impoundment. After watching this urban experiment by Hudson Bicycles NYC, I am now at ease with the Fisher dilemma.
Via: The Goat
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