if you read this blog, or know me in real life, you are aware that I am an avid biker. not a cyclist, but I ride my bike for exercise, fun, and transportation every single day.
for Dallas standards, I had a great bike lock which translated to a good (decent?) lock in Manhattan. our bikes live inside our apartment, and when I ride to work everyday, I lock it up (through the front tire!) right next to my office building in a common area where people eat lunch outdoors. it
seems seemed friendly out there.
images from moving day in April…
yesterday, at 5:40pm, I walked around the corner and my bike was GONE.
1st thought: my bike has been stolen
2nd thought: maybe Billy is playing a joke on me (he knows my lock code)
3rd thought: no, my bike has definitely been stolen.
I didn’t panic. I didn’t cry. I had a flash of my former self doing both of those things. (and then a flash of Pee Wee Herman’s Big Adventure <—anyone?)
I called Billy.
he said, “that really sucks, Birdie. I’m so sorry that happened, but we had talked about getting you a new bike at some point. guess it’s time for an upgrade!”
now don’t get me wrong, we don’t have a bank account where it’s practical, or even possible, to go out and buy new bikes on whim.
((but if you do, will you please buy me a new bike?))
I am just so grateful to share my life with someone who focuses on the positive no matter what. seriously, NO MATTER WHAT. <—that’s me yelling. I have a little bit of residual anger, but I’m working it out. we don’t need anymore angry birds…
the saddest part? walking home from work with my helmet, without my bike. (I didn’t wear the helmet, in case you were picturing that.) my poor bike is in someone else’s hands, and that’s a sad feeling. a feeling of violation. but it’s also just a bike.
I hope this bike theft benefits someone. maybe it will pay for some hungry person to eat dinner, or pay rent so a family doesn’t get kicked out on the street.
but if I see someone riding my bike, you better watch out!
seriously, bike theft is rampant in this city. it’s no secret. someone had a tool (in their pocket?) to cut the lock off my bike in broad daylight in the midst of high foot traffic. people steal bikes all day and night. sadly, that’s their life.
they wake up in the morning, and that’s on their to-do list. steal bikes. I can’t imagine being that desperate. so I will be grateful for my life.
and I’ll miss you, dear purple trek bike. it was a great 19 months together.
I spared you here, but I took a ridiculous amount of photos of my bike. I can only imagine what it will be like when we have babies!