I was coming out of a bank today, when I noticed somebody hanging around my bike. They walked away as I was coming out, so I inspected my bike to see if anything was missing and it seemed fine, so I assumed it was just somebody curious about my funky disc brakes. Later, I noticed marks on my cable lock where somebody had used cable or bolt cutters to try and cut it off! Fuck, was I pissed off! I raced back down to the mall to see if I could find the motherfucker, but he was nowhere to be found. Argh, that put me in a foul mood for the rest of the day, but I guess it could have been worse, he could have been successful and I would be bikeless.