My beloved Principia was brutally attacked outside my favourite noodle restaurant. A quick Pho Tom and I emerged to discover I was now void of: handlebars, ultegra gearset, chain. I mean, seriously! Who steals a feakin’ chain?
The scene of the crime displayed only one small sign of disturbance, a lone snippet of brake cable lying forlornly on the pavement. I was actually impressed in spite of myself, it was the work of true professionals.
