Score one for the badguys

It's always so disheartening when you become a statistic. When you stop becoming the other 4 of the 1 in 5 and become the person whose garage was broken into and whose "Czech made and lugged across an ocean" bicycle is one of the two things stolen. It's even more distressing when the other thing stolen is your boyfriend's "Czech made and lugged across an ocean" bicycle. There's no understanding crime. Why someone would steal a bike in minus 20 degree weather I don't know. Heck I don't even understand why someone would steal a bike period. One also has to wonder why the other two bikes in the garage were left unharmed, but I guess we'll have to leave that one to bad luck on our part.

This kind of stuff happens all the time so I'm going to try to not act like it's the first bike stolen. It's not even my first bike stolen. It is, however, the first bike I've ever saved up for and purchased with my own money, and is also one of the biggest purchases I've made thus far. Also, I really, really liked my bike. I loved riding it. When I was off last summer I would take it out daily and I'd been eagerly looking forward to spring so I could take it out in the beautiful park next to my home.

There are bigger problems in the world and I'm sure I'm being an ass for sulking about it, but really it's hard to accept theft with grace.

HRH