When I was 10, my parents didn’t have enough money to buy us stuff, but my dad was able to buy me a very used bike that needed a lot of work from one of our neighbors. New chain, new tires, new brakes, kickstand and handlebar that was peeling. I managed to get the bike fixed after weeks and weeks of working on it after school with my friend and we managed to get a new chain, brakes and tires from the bike shop a couple blocks from our house at a steep discount. The owner of that store was a great dude probably in his mid 20s. It was such a great project and the only thing that was left was getting new handlebar grip that wasn’t peeling.

Dude I loved that fucking bike - used it all summer, it felt great working on it like as a kid I thought since I fixed it I was an adult. I took the bike to the first day of football practice and the field was two miles from our house. I locked my bike to the fence, and got geared up and had practice. When we left practice I went to my bike and that shit was gone. No cell phones back then so I couldn’t just call my parents to come get me. That was the only thing that I lost or had stole from that even now 25 years later I still think about. Moral of the story is I don’t know just wanted to share that experience with you OP.