When bikes die

I've been semi-obsessed with finding out the model and year of my bike. Unfortunately, the serial number has been scratched off (many years ago, I'm assuming, because there seems to be years of rust on the exposed metal), so I can't really look it up.

After trudging through tons of sites, I found this little treasure. It's a no-nonsense collection of bikes—and bits of bikes—that have been abandoned around NYC. Clicking through these photos made me a bit sad. I wonder if my bike will end up unwanted and rusty on the streets one day. Hopefully not.


Part bike, part vomit.


(Un)intentionally funny?