I took this bad photo to illustrate the poor availability of bike parking in Los Angeles. People are locking to meters, and trees just to find a place. This, specifically, is in front of the Arclight Cinemas. Their "bike parking" is on the third level of a car parking ramp - obviously. I park my bike along their side entrance on a fence. I used a Master lock wire a bit thicker than your thumb going through both wheels. Literally 3 days ago I said to my brother that I would be sad when this bike got stolen, as they all do, because I liked it so much. It was a light single speed the perfect frame and pedal size for me. The perfect bike is hard to find, and I found mine... Now, if you made it this far you may have noticed the past tense. 1) who steals bikes? 2) who steals bikes in LA 3) who buys these bikes and doesn't know that they were stolen? I don't get attached to physical objects because the don't last, as I have just been reminded, but when you sweat with something that fits well it's sad to loose it.