This morning I walk out to go to the office, I round the corner of my building, putting on my helmet and the thingy that stops my pant legs from getting caught in the chain. I turn to unlock my bike and I find it sitting there minus the rear wheel. Crippled.
I'm shocked and not shocked. Sad. Angry. It feels awful to be robbed. You feel violated and helpless. Explosed.
I stomp off to work on my other vehicle: my feet. I'm grouchy today.
I go to the art gallery after work with Ceri and that cheers me up. Walking home later I'm carrying some thin hope that maybe I was seeing things; it wasn't MY bike I'd seen this morning. I look at the spot and there it is. My bike. Crippled.
I'm not so patient when it comes to life's inconveniences. And I know, in the mind of the thief, it's got nothing to do with me; but in my mind it's all about me and I can't stop thinking about the lurking tire predator, laughing at me; challenging me to fix it.
Sorry to see this!!! Why on earth would someone just steal a tire??
Posted by: Louella Charlston | 21 August 2012 at 12:47 AM
Well, it's really sad. Especially when the matter concerns the bike. Bike is my best friend for all times! I'm really sorry that you had to feel so uncomfortable.
Posted by: Vivian R. Antonio | 11 September 2012 at 09:35 AM
This is not the only case when the robbers steal just a wheel. So they still different parts of bikes in different times, and finally they will get the whole bike:)
Posted by: Zoe Bull | 13 September 2012 at 05:27 AM