Some bastard stole my bike!
James left this morning for Toronto. Shortly after, Jack and I made our way out and the first thing I noticed when I hit the sidewalk was that my bike was missing. Well not missing, STOLEN. I felt like crying. I know it happens here all the time - that's why everyone rides these crappy granny bikes - but it still pissed me off.
Bikeasaurus was completely pimped out with the Sponge Bob bell, removable front basket and a seat for Jack. And I just got her tuned up last week which meant new pedals, a new tire, new brake cables etc. Feck!
Ugh. I am so down in the dumps.
posted by Jayne at 4:30 p.m.
6 Comments:
oh shizer! who steals a bike with a child's sponge bob bell? frickin criminals!
don't let it get you down. just think of it this way, it must have been nicely pimped out for them to want it that bad!
sorry to hear about your bad luck...
8:59 p.m.
Thanks. It just sux is all. You know how the Dammers use their bikes - it's like your wheels. But, I am on the search for a new Bikesaurus/ I must start from scratch.
9:54 p.m.
Ugh. Sorry to hear.
5:23 a.m.
Faaack! That totally TOTALLY sucks. I have crazed images of a crackhead working girl whizzing down the streets of amsterdam trying to ring your bell. I hope whoever took it rips their crotch on it. Well, I think you're an official citizen now that your wheels have been knicked.
Keep us posted on the replacement. I think Gordon bought one from a crackhead for $20 when he was there, sigh...
3:59 p.m.
Wenners! I luv your visuals.
9:09 a.m.
hee hee. thanks jaynerator ;)
7:12 p.m.
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