He didn't like the bike. In the near year he had it, it never felt right, despite it's good name, light aluminum frame and carbon fork. Still, The Complete and Total Loser has been depressed all day since going to the bike rack this morning and seeing ... no bike. He stood and looked at the other bikes there, stupidly thinking one of them could be his, even clearly none were. He trudged the mile to work on foot, runners and riders zipping by, unaware of his grief. He wanted to knock a rider off his bike and take it, even finding a twisted justice in this.
The Loser's only consolation is that the wheels had locking skewers. Have fun taking the wheels off, you stupid, shithead, fucking asshole thief.