I'd just moved to a new apartment in Chicago, one with a big wooden deck that I was very excited about. I was looking forward to biking around all summer, coming home, and sitting outside drinking a beer. It was also sheltered enough that I could lock my bike to the thick slats in the deck and not have it exposed to the elements, so I didn't have to cart it inside and get mud all over the carpet. The day after moving in, I drove to work. When I got home, part of the deck had been kicked in and my bike was gone. When I called to file a police report, the lady told me that "there's pretty much no way we'll ever find it." I don't think they even pretend to try... The incident just gets typed up and stuck into an endless row of filing cabinets, I'm sure. Bike thief wins again.
-Sarah
Monday, August 31, 2009
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My bike got stolen last Thursday :\ I feel your pain. I spent a couple of hours fruitlessly searching for it. I was hoping for a pee wees adventure style epic..but, no.
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