A lot of the bikes around town are misplaced. Stolen and dumped, or just so sick they should be put out of their misery. Not all bike owners live up to the responsibility of disposing properly of the retired horse, leaving it up to the city to clean up. The cleaning department takes a soft approach, keeping an eye out for "dead bikes", showing symptoms of a rusty chain or a broken saddle. And then there are the so called vultures. Armed with printed, yellow tape, they target all bikes in a chosen area, dispensing the kiss of death.
Right now this area is the busiest and most crowded train station Norreport. 4 weeks from now all bikes still carrying the yellow tape, will be removed by the city. If the bike is deemed worth anything, it goes to the police auctions, and if not, it is disposed of. Last year alone this amounted to 3500 bikes.
The kiss of death.
The system is not without flaws, as the vultures periodically also targets backyards and entire neighbourhoods. If you plan for a long trip out of town, your bike may have been legally removed upon your return. It nearly happened to me. But my favourite part is when they leave a wreck alone, just because it is beautiful. Like this one.
The adjoining bikes were doomed, but this one, with the broken saddle and all, survived.
Nominated for a Classic Copenhagen Award, in the category Best Wreck.