A Time of Loss
At Starbucks, practicing my Japanese writing seriously for the first time (as opposed to just reading), I needed a break. So I went out to put my writing practice book on my bike, but...Huh? Where's my bike? Haha Ryan must have moved it to play a joke on me. Wait, Ryan lives in America now! Huh?! WHERE'S MY BIKE?!!
Pacing quickly around the bike parking lot, looking everywhere, I came to accept what had happened. I sent a cell phone email to Mike and Bill, those 5 words no bike enthusiast ever wants to be true of him: "Welp, my bike's been stolen."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
It was a good bike. I'd just done work on it to get it back into like-new condition.
Oh well. It's been a few weeks since the event, and I recently ordered and recieved a new bike, actually the same model, newer edition. It's nice, but now I'm paranoid that this one's going to get stolen, too.
(by the way, I may have forgotten to lock my bike when it was stolen, which would have been the first and only time)
posted by Stephen @ 9/26/2006 10:23:00 PM
1 Comments:
Steve, I am very sorry to hear your tragic news. In my youth, I, too, lost a bike that was dear to me (though in my case, the nefarious theives used a lock cutter to defeat my lock,...which doesn't seem to be true in your case). So, sorry to hear about your time of loss, but looking forward to seeing you in a few weeks.
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