I had been riding my bike to Queens in the morning, but then some fellow rider left a sticky note on the seat saying something along the lines of: "Someone's gonna getyer pretty little bike if you don't learn to lock it up properly. I've been watching it all week and you're just asking for it to be stolen." I think it was meant in kindness or at least as a public service, but it read like an attack, something written out by a threatening bike villain with a disposition like the Wicked Witch of the West (a woman who certainly used her bicycle to pedal evil). Fearing the depths of my bike locking inadequacies and the tendency of a stranger to eye my bike for a whole week, I now only ride it when I know I'll be able to watch it. So much angst over a slightly rusted 1967 Raleigh folding bike that looks like something from the circus below me! That said, riding this handmade beauty from Ateliers d’Embellie might give me a heart attack...but maybe that's why it comes with a flask.