There it was, its canary yellow paint gleaming out of the shop window.
It was now or never thought John. He walked up to the shop and smashed the window – glass shattered everywhere.
As the deafening alarms wrung out into the night breeze, John hastily plucked the bike from its stand and began to cycle into the distance.
Police sirens edged closer all the time. John took a hard left, he was heading for the park where the bike could transform into a jetski and he could sail down the river.
Suddenly the bike began to spin out of control, the bike had been hacked.
He was done for.