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‘My life hasn’t been the same since’ – bike theft is never just about the bike

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My bike was stolen last year in Leeds. I’d left it locked outside the Tetley art gallery, and one pint and 45 minutes later, I returned to find it gone. No trace was left; the car park remained undramatically empty. Through lumped throat I recalled its features to the police: the hideous brown frame I’d come to love; the grips my friend had won at a downhill competition when he was a kid; the handlebar donated by a resourceful friend. It felt irrational to cry about a £60 bike, but for me the bike meant freedom. It was the tool I needed to progress in the sport I was beginning to love, that challenged and terrified me. So, what is the psychology of loss, when it is connected with a theft? More acutely, what happens when the thing stolen is a bike?

When I asked friends and fellow cyclists how it felt when their bikes were stolen, most people reported feeling unexpectedly, and overwhelmingly sad, outraged, and violated. Elisa’s bike was stolen from her house whilst she was away for a week, the bike thieves bypassing most other valuables. Cath had her bike taken a few years ago and has “never quite got past that feeling of injustice and being violated”. Mischa rode his bike for an hour and a half each day to university in London, the commute a cherished ritual. When it was stolen, he was left bike-less for six months and his mental health plummeted as a result. It is not irrational to mourn the loss of a bike, but – sadly – normal.

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