Hi,

My name is Aedan. This past March, my bike—a very lightweight, smooth, elegant, perfectly sized Specialized Sirrus bike—was stolen, sawed free from its lock. I shudder to think what has since happened to my trusty steed—that it has disappeared into some sinister criminal underworld, or that it has been butchered into pieces and sold for scraps, or that some little punk is riding it around. I had that bike for over ten years. I rode it daily, and living in a remote region of Bed-Stuy, completely dependent on the mercurial whims of the G train, it was essential for going just about anywhere. I'm using my birthday as an opportunity to try and fundraise for a replacement, so if you'd like to chip in, any amount at all, it would be enormously appreciated. Thank you for your help! ❤️