In 2002 I parked my old 4x4 Suburban on Howe and Helmcken to meet friends at the Sugar Refinery (RIP). I had come from a ski patrol shift at Mt. Seymour with all of my sweaty and gross gear in my grey and rust coloured Roach two strap courier bag (RIP Ingrid) on the back seat. It was old-school even then but was one of my prize possessions. I contemplated bringing it with me but foolishly decided against that out of sheer laziness. I knew that the doors of the suburban could be unlocked with a table knife or flat head screw driver and apparently so did the thief who took my bag, as it was long gone when I returned. I regretted my mistake for many years to follow.
Sept. 28, 2019, 10:27 a.m. - Jonas Dodd
In 2002 I parked my old 4x4 Suburban on Howe and Helmcken to meet friends at the Sugar Refinery (RIP). I had come from a ski patrol shift at Mt. Seymour with all of my sweaty and gross gear in my grey and rust coloured Roach two strap courier bag (RIP Ingrid) on the back seat. It was old-school even then but was one of my prize possessions. I contemplated bringing it with me but foolishly decided against that out of sheer laziness. I knew that the doors of the suburban could be unlocked with a table knife or flat head screw driver and apparently so did the thief who took my bag, as it was long gone when I returned. I regretted my mistake for many years to follow.