46th btw 8th & 9th

Walking to work in the morning. Probably a product of the night before. No tires, no lock, no seat, no nothing. This baby got worked.
New York City has no shortage of broken bikes chained to street signs, bike racks, or any manner of semi-permanent structure. Each has its own flavor, its own character, and most definitely its own story. The stories we can only make up our own fantastic guesses. These are broken bikes that have crossed my path.
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