Un-fuckin’ Believable!

Mel just called me to say that her brand new bicycle has been stolen! We put them in the garage last night, each of us running the 6-foot heavy-duty cable lock through the front and rear tires of our respective bikes. That was my idea, I’d said “We should put the locks on them. It’ll get us in the habit, plus if you have to leave the garage door open while you’re working in the yard at least someone won’t be able to duck in the garage and then ride away.”

I stupidly thought no one would bother with a bike they couldn’t ride away. How wrong I was. Mel had the garage door open today for a while while she worked on trimming the bushes. Someone must have pulled up to the garage in a truck or something and just thrown the bike, lock and all, into the back and sped away.

I told her to call the police. She was told someone would call us back to take the report over the phone. That too, is fuckin’ bullshit but that’s what living in a city that’s near bankruptcy gets you. The likelihood of recovering the bike is nill. I don’t even think my homeowner’s insurance will cover it – the bike cost less than the deductible. Of course, there’s now the matter of the thief having seen another bike in the garage for the picking, too. I’ll have to lock it in the basement now.