It happened yesterday, and I'm over the worst part of the
BLIND FUCKING RAGE.:mad:
The bike taken from me by a lowlife scum who undoubtedly hasn't enough intelligence to appreciate it was a Gary Fisher "Zebrano". I bought it in early July of last summer in response to having
another bike stolen:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=324x566The theft was a result of "letting down my guard". I live in a duplex apartment in an older part of a "residential/small business" area the fringe of Downtown St Paul. The extreme
local area around my apartment is fairly secure, but areas just a block away are still in decline. My building is isolated (no immediate neighbors), corner location with open grassy approaches. I have fenced in
off street parking and small yard in the rear of the duplex which I share with the couple who live in the other 1/2. There is no "cross through" traffic, and the parking is not visible from the street.
I have a car top carrier which regularly use to access the many Bike Paths in the Twin Cities area.
I had returned from my daily ride (35 miles) later than usual. It was after dark when I pulled into the parking area. I went inside planning to return later to take the bike down and bring it inside.
I became distracted talking with my mate about our plans for moving. We recently bought a log house in the rural Ozarks, and we are excitedly planning the move in October. I FORGOT that my bike was still on top of the car. When I went outside the next morning (yesterday) my bike was gone. I was absolutely DIZZY with Grief and RAGE. It seemed such a PERSONAL attack!
THIS bike has become a HUGE part of my life.
I have spent MANY hours and pedaled MANY miles on THIS bike.
I have averaged 700 miles/month since June on THIS bike.
I pedaled through a Minnesota Winter on THIS bike.
I have explored new places, and had AMAZING adventures on THIS bike.
I have seen GOD pedaling on HOT days on THIS bike.
I have discovered new parts of myself on THIS bike.
I have lost 35 pounds on THIS bike.
I have been given a NEW body by THIS bike.
I KNOW THIS bike.
I have grown comfortable with THIS bike.
I trusted THIS bike.
I LOVED this bike.
Now THIS bike is gone.
I know that it is only bits of metal, but THIS bike had become a part of me, and I need to say goodbye and let it go.
The last time a bike was stolen from me, I received a blessing in disguise. It was past time for me to graduate to a better, more capable bike, and losing one led me to another. I am moving to another area that will have different bicycle challenges than the URBAN environment I am leaving. It is time for me to upgrade.