It’s been a little over 2 months since my bike was stolen and I’m missing it. On days like today when the sun is a perfect, my legs just want to ride up into the hills beyond the Rose Bowl and breathe. (Fact: I was made for sunny days.)
The week the Trek disappeared from the Metro station (NYC Fuggedabout lock and all) I set up a Google Alert on its exact specs, just in case the thief was silly enough to try to Craigslist it locally.
I didn’t hear anything initially, but lately I keep getting these email alerts from other cities that the bike is selling for $700-$1000. And it’s starting to hurt my heart a bit! Dang, Treks retain their value. One day I’ll replace you, little guy. Le sigh.
( photo by richardmasoner)