Thievery

In principle i disagree with stealing. In some cases it can be entertaining...

After work last night i walked up the stairs to enter my apartment and noticed that i only had one bike leaning against the railing. Normally there are two. Before the story continues i think it to be necessary to give you a back story.

I ride my bike to school. Yes, i'm that guy. But before all you greenpeacers start to pat me on the back, I don't do it to save the planet or because i love trees, sorry (i mean, i do love trees, but generally appreciate them based on their climbability rating). I bike because i live less than 2 miles from campus and am otherwise a fatty (sedentary lifestyle type) and it benefits my health. That's right, it's all about me. As Brian Regan warns, beware of the me monster. (this story ain't nothin'!)

Last, oh, September(ish?, maybe October) i was riding my bike (not my luner rover) to school, as per usual. For reasons beyond my comprehension, i drifted toward the curb, hit the curb, flipped the bike (& flipped over my bike), rolled a couple times and came to rest on the strip of grass between the road and the sidewalk. The (relatively) comfortable landing place was a nice touch, until i sat up, looked around and saw a bus (full of fellow students, no doubt) drive along the other side of the road. Physical comfort momentarily gave way to psychological embarrassment. I check myself, check my bike, and the front wheel was pretty mangled, unridable really...something like this. I'd always intended to fix the bike tire. Instead of fixing it right away i, with the help of the Mr. Drew Lege discount, purchased a new one. So for three(ish) months the other bike has been just chillin' up there, unlocked, vulnerable, neglected (unloved).

...fast forward to last night...

That bike was missing when i returned from work last night. Was i upset? yeah...a little, because my bike was gone...and that's never cool. But i have another bike and i won't need to fix the tires on this one. And...how satisfied will the thief be when they discover (and they no doubt will quickly discover) that they stole a broken bike? To me, that's funny.

So if you see anyone riding around the Lafayette area in a wobbly-wheeled red bike with duct tape handle bars, it's mine...but you can let them have it. they deserve it.

Peace,
Daytona