Pete’s bike was stolen.

IYKYK. This bike means more than just a means of transportation to him, and also to us. What’s more Pete-defining than him on a bike, wearing an oversized thrifted coat, with a backpack full of random goodies that you’ll soon be fed by?

In the wise words of Vincent Vega from Pulp Fiction, “What's more chickenshit than f***ing with a man's automobile? I mean, don't f*** with another man's vehicle.”