Friday, August 1, 2008

thieves and irony

I had some great stuff to share today, but instead I'll tell a different story.

On Wednesday, my mountain bike was stolen from me. It was cable locked to the patio outside the restaurant that I work at each morning during the week. The bike was a gift from Sharon and I'd had it for about a year. I rode it on trails in Winter Park and over some supremely wicked slickrock just outside of Moab. It was a great bike.

Today I borrowed Sharon's mountain bike to get to work. I stored her bike inside the restaurant, downstairs in a stairwell, just a ways from where the pastry chefs work. After work, I rode Sharon's bike over to the Denver police department to file a report on my bike. I locked Sharon's bike to the bike rack outside the department and went inside to fill out the paper work. When I came back outside, less than twenty minutes later, Sharon's bike was gone. Irony.

I'm home now, looking for the serial number for her bike so I can go and make another report.

Have a good weekend, and Godspeed, John Glenn,

Dave

3 comments:

Kristi said...

That completely sucks! I can't believe that! Actually, I can....

Crazy family of 5 said...

That is horrible!! I don't understand how people can do that! Hopefully next week will be a little less interesting!

Anonymous said...

Considering how much you use those bikes, it is especially unfortunate. Feel bad for you all.