“If you want to be the best,” she said, climbing into the seat of the contraption. “You have to think big. Even if you’re a bicycle thief!”
“It’s certainly big,” I said. The pile of wheels, gears and pedals stretched ten feet high.
“The Omnicycle is a work of genius! Every stolen bicycle will become a part of the frame! I’ll steal entire racks at once!” She cackled and began peddling furiously. She was almost to the gate before two gears locked and threw her from the seat.
“There may be some kinks to work out,” she said.
“Do tell.”