It’s been an ugly month since my last post.  I went out a few weeks ago in all my lycra-clad glory, ready to put in a ten mile ride to the gym but there was no bike.  Tons of things in the garage, but a blue bianchi road bike was nowhere to be found.  Crushing blow.  Add it to the long list of stupid stuff stolen from the driveway from roller blades to a hibachi left out to cool.  This was worse because I’m a bit more attached to the bikes than the hibachi.  Plus I use the bikes more.  I ended up driving to the gym but I was grumpy all week.  And the next.

I finally resolved to get myself out of the doldrums by riding some other bike, which is when I realized that the floor pump was also gone.  A week later, I realized the light system was also missing.  Yikes.  Everything that was visible through a side door went missing.  Minus the useless junk that mysteriously fills the garage, of course.

The hardest part is really accepting that I need padlocks on the stuff, even in hipster hastings.  Bummer. I went riding anyway, using a hand pump to fill the enormous mountain bike tires and it went a long way toward to curing my ills.

Next thing you know, I might take a picture again!