Always lock your bike
My bike was stolen on the day before
Good Friday (9 April 1998).
Normally
I religiously bolted my bike to something whenever I left it.
I nevertheless talked myself into
thinking it would be relatively safe, stuck under the stairs in the
foyer of the office building I work at.
This is a classic case of security being undermined
by because a small inconvenience experienced daily
seems like a big inconvenience after a while. Fellow cyclists,
learn from my misfortune!