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22 July 2006 @ 02:01 pm

[Cross-posted from my MovableType Blog]

My mountain bike was hanging in the garage last night (ok, maybe it was yesterday morning).

This morning, it was gone. The garage was LOCKED for the intervening time. Nobody who I know in possession of keys has any knowledge of where it went. (Well, ok, I didn't ask Diana, but she's in NYC for a month caring for a failing mother, I figured she's got enough going on)

Everyone's first reaction (including mine) has been, "are you sure you didn't take it somewhere and forget?" (it's also been my 3rd, 5th, 17th, and 642nd reaction)

It was in our garage with 3 other bikes, two of which would have been much easier to take, as they were not hanging. There were other things in there that would also have been easy to take, computers, etc. Only my bike is missing. I feel targeted (I can't help thinking I've misplaced it, but I KNOW I saw it there yesterday.)

My favorite bike in the whole freaking world is gone. Not the one I have been (playfully) thinking about replacing. FUCK!

I'm in shock.

More later.

Current Mood: cleaved
stealthymonkey on July 22nd, 2006 09:52 pm (UTC)
Oh no! That's awful!!! I'm so sorry, that was a good bike. Thanks for trusting me enough to borrow it when you did. I know it meant a lot to you.

I also know how weird it feels when you get robbed...so keep talking to people about it- don't let it bottle up.
Erik Oganeriktheplaid on July 22nd, 2006 10:09 pm (UTC)
I'm still in denial. I'm absent-minded. I must have just left it somewhere.

It was a very good bike, and I was happy to let you borrow it. Happy and possibly a tiny bit trepidatious, but happy. Huh, apparently that's not a word. Learn something new every day.