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This lock inside has been locked up for six months ever since I got it in September and I haven't been able to unlock it.
I broke off inside after I got the master lock for three days and then I've been trying to get everybody in their dog to try to unravel this lock and I haven't been able to do it.
People in the town call their cops or call the police station or the fire tracks or the city hall but I'm worried because I got it from Craigslist and I don't have any bike license.
I don't have any paperwork.
My very first bike was a blue angel.
I had a blue seat, a banana seat and I was able to learn how to ride my bicycle with my brother Chad but unfortunately my very first time I rode my bicycle I signed into a house on the left hand side of my bike because I'm clumsy and I didn't know how to ride properly.
It was really fun and I got back up and I had a lot of classes on the side all the time and of course.
So I've been living in Vancouver for the last year and a half and I've moved around at least four or five times, something like that, different places.
I've moved around from an apartment without always taking care of my friend Jodie's rabbits and then I moved to my own place and then I couldn't afford that so I moved to my friend Christine's place to take care of her dogs and then I couldn't afford that.
And then I moved to Tent City and then after moving to Tent City I moved to Jillian's apartment and now I'm going to move someplace else because I can't deliver anymore.
I'm fairly broke. I'm currently having no money. I'm currently unemployed and I don't have any money.
Because I'm broke I just feel ashamed and humiliated that I can't even resolve the situation.
It's limiting my ability to engage within my community and participate in attending events such as theater and yoga classes, food and housing, basic needs.
And it doesn't help with having my confidence and self-respect.
It makes me feel like I'm a loser, especially living in the city.
In a materialistic, culturally, my capitalistically obsessed culture makes you feel like you're not able to live up to the standards of living,
which is the status quo. And then you feel like you are unhappy or unfulfilled.
Then you feel like no matter how much education you have, how much spiritual, creative energy that you have within this society,
if you don't have any cash, you're pretty much nothing.
And it's been unresolved such a long time that it's kind of embarrassing and I feel embarrassed that my bike is still locked up.
And I probably should have been unlocking it a long time ago instead of procrastinating and allowing the thing to rust during the entire winter.
I got this hand saw for my friend's fee and I'm going to start the process of bringing my bicycle.
It's cut through rubber, but I don't know about the steel.
I don't have a car. I'm locked, so I'm not able to ride around, go to work, go to school, and give it my time and get groceries.
And the bicycle would be really helpful in getting all that done.
I don't think that's going to go through steel. I really, with all my intuition, with all my educated guests,
all my knowledge, with all of my like being, do not think that's going to go through steel.
I continually find myself in a cycle of avoiding things that need to be resolved and procrastinating on solving things that I see as problems,
but they're actually challenges that could be met one at a time to be able to build my self-respect and my dignity
and be able to empower me to make positive changes in my life.
And that bike is mine, and I deserve it, and I'm good enough for it, and it's okay to have my bicycle.
It's okay to ride my bicycle, and to have it locked up is to lock up my freedom.
I have a bicycle that's locked up on Commercial Drive and Broadway.
The last number of months, unfortunately, and I haven't freed it. It's actually rusted and stuff.
So I'm wondering how do I break my bicycle? What kind of tool would I need to break my lock?
What are you locking?
Oh, it's a master lock. It's one of those U-locks.
You can get it difficult.
That's what I'm discovering for the last number of months.
I think your best bet is to call a Lashens Locksmith.
Oh, okay.
And they would have a tool to open it.
Oh, I see.
Because even a bolt cutter or anything, that won't do it.
That's what I was thinking, too. That's what's deterred me, because I'm tragedy-
I watched everybody win one of those.
Oh, of course.
If you continually find yourself fearful and scared in, like, phobia of being on the bicycle
and not able to address those fears, and you just keep putting up barriers or excuses,
then you end up just self-repeating, self-fulfilling the bicycle.
My name is Angel.
My friend Nathan, he loves me.
He's a power driver.
And I'm going to break my bicycle today.
Okay, let's just do it.
Okay.
We're going to do it.
It's gripping.
This is so gripping.
Okay.
Great.
Great.
This is so scary.
Okay.
Nice and minimal.
Whoo!
We did it!
Yeah!
The bike is free!
And now the bike is free.
It's free, I tell you.
I can't wait to bike it.
I can't wait.
I can't wait to ride my bike.
That's exhilarating.
More Virgil.
It's all rusty.
I don't even know if it'll run.
Poor thing.
Are you ready, Freddy?
Hide it cold down here.
Whoa!
I did it.
I did it.
I did it.
I did it.
