The stage is set .... A beautiful Sunday afternoon in Boston. A perfect day to kick back with a beer or two, some appetizers.... and watch my bike get stolen. I chose a cafe on Dartmouth Street, across from Back Bay Station. There's always a constant stream of people walking around, and I've always sensed a slight "element" lurking around this area. I parked my bike against the cement stand... and sat down at a table. My bike sits there all by itself in the wide open. No lock. It's just asking for it. How long will it take before it gets stolen? Will it get stolen at all? You make the call. It'll be gone within an hour No one wants your piece of crap bike Dude, that's not even your bike continue back | home