LOVED & LEFT
When I moved to NY, one of the first things I did was buy a shitty used bike. It wasn't nice, but I loved it. It brought me joy. A week later someone stole my wheel. The shitty wheel off my shitty discounted used bike. I had thoughts of abandoning it and leaving it behind like so many others i'd seen around the city. But I loved my shitty bike and wasn't going to leave it behind. So I dragged it back across town and got a new wheel. Joy was restored. Not all bikes get a second chance. I take pictures of the loves left behind.
