Last time I used my bike, I was peaking with the flu and I left it outside in the backyard while I took a nap. I vaguely remember putting it in the basement where it always goes after I came to, but I'm a little spotty on the details. That was two weeks ago. Since then I haven't been down there, but yesterday I went into the basement to do some laundry and it was gone!
Immediately I thought it was either borrowed without permission or stolen, but when I mentioned it to the landlord, he was understandably skeptical. "Maybe you left it out and someone took it then?" he theorized.
"Well it is possible, but I'm pretty sure I brought it in," I retorted. At least he was nice enough about it, offering up his bike as a consolation.
Then I started quizzing my neighbors. One of them keeps her bike in the basement next to mine. She just used her bike earlier this week and remembers seeing my bike when she was down there. So as of a few days ago, my bike was sound, (but not safe.)
That's really fucked up, considering how unlikely it is that some random person opened the back gate and made a bee-line straight for my bike. Man, I loved that bike. Not only did I put a lot of money into keeping it in good condition, but it was just a damn cool bike. To add insult to injury, when I was a kid, I lost my bike due to negligence and/or stupidity and made a vow to myself to take better care of my next one. That's what burns me the most.
Now I'm thinking something else. Fuck that. This was an inside job. Someone was down there for a different reason and swiped my bike. It just sucks that I can't trust the security in my own goddamn building.
Immediately I thought it was either borrowed without permission or stolen, but when I mentioned it to the landlord, he was understandably skeptical. "Maybe you left it out and someone took it then?" he theorized.
"Well it is possible, but I'm pretty sure I brought it in," I retorted. At least he was nice enough about it, offering up his bike as a consolation.
Then I started quizzing my neighbors. One of them keeps her bike in the basement next to mine. She just used her bike earlier this week and remembers seeing my bike when she was down there. So as of a few days ago, my bike was sound, (but not safe.)
That's really fucked up, considering how unlikely it is that some random person opened the back gate and made a bee-line straight for my bike. Man, I loved that bike. Not only did I put a lot of money into keeping it in good condition, but it was just a damn cool bike. To add insult to injury, when I was a kid, I lost my bike due to negligence and/or stupidity and made a vow to myself to take better care of my next one. That's what burns me the most.
Now I'm thinking something else. Fuck that. This was an inside job. Someone was down there for a different reason and swiped my bike. It just sucks that I can't trust the security in my own goddamn building.
