Two weeks back we locked up a Flying Pigeon at the South Pasadena Mission train station (in the same spot we’ve been using for months) for a midnight bike ride home after a night out in Little Tokyo. We “[Went] Metro to save!” and all that. The Gold Line works great if you’re out for a night on the town (except that the trains don’t run that late) because you can take the train sober or a bit tipsy and it’s all good.
You can imagine how sad it was to get off the train and see that our Flying Pigeon was (apparently?) stolen. Suddenly things didn’t seem so good.
It took less than a week for our “stolen” asian comfort bike to end up online on a police auction site – which left us wondering if the bike was “stolen” at all. We’re guessing that the Sheriffs cut the lock and made off with our bike because we’ve been leaving it in the same spot when we use the train for several months. There are no signs out in the parking area but this is making us rethink our fledgling bike-share program where I’ve left Flying Pigeons locked up at random Metro stations in case I (or any of you) need to expand the range of the Gold and Red line trains.
Maybe the fare gates that the MTA is installing (and the Sheriffs’ man-hours the MTA will be reducing) are getting them a little scared about revenue streams. They could do a lot worse than reselling our “stolen” bikes, I suppose. The winning bidder walked away with our stolen bike for $116. That’s a steep discount my friends, and an expensive night out on the town (for us).
What is it about booze and the Gold Line? A week ago we were happily using the train to cart a keg to our opening party, and this week it helped me get home from watching the Clippers round out a season that’s shown them reverting to their normal, lovable losing selves.