“You stole the heart beating from my chest. I tried to call the cops but that type of thief they can’t arrest” Fugees
My mate lost the key to her bike-lock the other day. Inconveniently the bike was locked to a busy street in the inner city of Sydney. She decided to borrow a friend’s saw to cut the chain. Feeling self-conscious about the appearance of turning up in Newtown with a saw, the two of them discussed an action plan. The friend suggested going at 4am, because fewer onlookers would be present to potentially accuse them of stealing. But this didn’t sound appealing to my mate and thought it could look more conspicuous.
They decided on 8.30pm that night. They turned up, two girls and one saw. The friend held the bike up and my mate got hacking.
On a busy street, in a suburb prone to bicycle theft NO ONE stopped to assess the situation. All but one person glanced their way – that was a smiling, old lady. “I swear it’s mine” my mate called out and the old lady replied, “it’s ok, we had something similar happen with our trailer last year, good luck dear”
I began this post with a short quote from a song I love by the Fugees. The quote makes references to a heart stolen with no possibility of justice. I believe this is equally fair when considering bike theft. Why do bystanders dilly-dally while someone’s bike is being ripped off? It appears to me that there are two possibilites why and that is either these bystanders don’t have the courage to voice their concerns or they simply don’t care. I tried to call the cops but that type of thing they can’t arrest.
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