Wednesday, 16 January 2002 | People want to steal it

Just rode down to the record store to freeze my bare ears, pick up a requested CD for a friend, and, most importantly, test my new-old bike. Did I mention that it's green and silver? And that might not even be its nicest feature. Of course while I was in the store, I experienced a new breed of worry, my bike sitting U-locked and alone, its detachable bird-like seat attractive and unprotected. I've never had a bike—or a car for that matter—that anyone ever wanted to steal. I don't know if anyone wants this one, either—it's a few years old, with sporadic scratches and mismatched grips—but it feels vulnerable, I guess because I like it so much.

I need to learn to walk in a record store without buying a CD. Did I make a resolution pertaining to that? I can't remember.