All of a sudden, whilst walking through a subway near work, I had a hyper sensitive moment of sympathy for the owner of this bike.
Maybe the saddle or pedal broke and the owner got mad - or feared what would happen when he took it home.
Maybe someone jealously stole it, then trashed it through guilt.
Maybe it was a gift.
Maybe someone saved up to buy it for themselves.
Or maybe, just maybe, the dare devil who owned it cleared the row of double decker buses, but clipped the flaming ring and tumbled to the ground in flames.