My hope in humanity has dropped . . . significantly.
For months and months my bicycle remained free and unleashed; I not only gloried in the fact that I was able to avoid the excessive hassle, but also that humanity and I had established a trust system: I don't lock up my bike and you don't steal it.
Wrong.
I even bought a bike lock, and used it; except when I'm at home I
Frankly, I've been trying to enjoy the chance to walk more often . . . but it's getting old, especially as I can't walk anywhere without wandering alond bike racks craning my neck to see if my white-washed tires and custom paint job are anywhere to be found. The more I think on it, the more endearing the flaws of that bike are (the front brakes that don't work, the seat that gets soaked, the custom paint job that i've scratched up etc.) and now I just wonder why some person took it all away from me. I always felt that if my bike got stolen, it would be the result of someone's extraordinary need, and I would understand - but now I'm just utterly baffled . . . and bike-less . . . and bitter to be honest. My heart is now showing negative tendencies toward any bicyclist, people with cars, random strangers who could-possibly-be the culprit. This is no good. There is someone in this world riding on a bicycle that belongs to me - don't they feel guilty?!
Oh well, it'll work out I'm sure of it, but I can't help but feel that this threadless tee sums things up admirably well.
4 comments:
the exact same thing happened to me in provo, my bike was locked up in robbie's apartment complex's garage after THREE YEARS of the bike being shuffled around various houses UNLOCKED while i lived out of the country, went home, went to dc, etc. and then when i lock it up in a place where tons of other bikes are, off the street, it gets stolen. dumb.
sad, sad, sad. when i moved down to salt lake for a month to date dave, i lived in an apartment ACROSS THE STREET from the temple. my trusty bike was locked up on the porch every night. one morning i walked out...and saw the chain cut and lying on the ground. what surprised me most about the experience was i took it so personal...it was a huge blow. i spent my month walking--not riding--the streets of salt lake. i often wonder who's riding my bike...and i still hold animosity towards him/her. i hope the tire blows.
I'm so glad to have comrades in this!
When Bonny was at UCSB, people would take any bike,whenever they needed a bike. But you always seemed to end up with your own bike at the end of the day.
Not sure how they did it. But I'm sorry about your bike!
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