I Have Been Stolen From

Yep, I finally graduated to a big girl bike, one with more then one gear. It was beautiful red, not my favorite but still a nice red, over 10 gears, a head lamp, and the most comfortable seat I've ever had the pleasure of riding.

I bartered for it, and a fair amount of gardening too. It was brand new, only ridden once and hung in a garage. Freakin perfect. The only problem was a bad tire and the break line had been cut. I can fix both.

Earlier this week, I got a new tube and tire, and fixed the brake line and rode it for the first time on Tuesday evening. It was a dream.... an absolute dream.

I didn't feel bad putting my single gear bike so far back into the cobwebs of my garage. It was creepy hanging it, but it was done with decency. This bike was a life saver, and absolute HELL all rolled up into one. I was over it. This seemed a fitting spot.

Friday morning I was excited getting ready, I was going to take my new bike on it's maiden voyage. I lock the door, get my backpack on and walk down the driveway to my bike... Where is it? I looked around frantically, in disbelief.... it's gone.

Someone came up into my driveway, I mean way up. Like 3 car lengths deep into my backyard, and stole my bike. I give.

Now I have to climb back into the cobwebs and make up with my single gear nemesis. Grrrrrrr.