thieves...grrr...

Maybe it's my own fault for wishing I had something out of the ordinary to blog about...but now I do. So, last night after church it was a beautiful evening and I thought I'd hit up the lovely paths around the lake on my bike before the sun went down. My water bottle was filled, my shoelaces were tied, my helmet was on, but there was one key element missing - my bike. After a quick search around the perimeter of my house, I concluded only one thing, my bike had been stolen. My bike is probably 10 years old and really nothing to write home about, so I'm not upset becuase of this major financial loss, it's the principle of it that urks me the wrong way. The idea that someone walked up onto my front porch, passing my front door and fiddled with my (I'll admit cheap) lock, just to steal my (again - cheap) bike.
Then of couse more questions come - was I home? Was I sleeping? Was it in the middle of the day and I was doing laundry? Was some creepo watching my house to make sure nobody was home? Was some punk kid bored? Who knows, all I know is that my plans of being more fuel efficient this summer have just been put on hold until I find another economic way of travel!! Well, that is my story from this weekend. If anybody has an extra bike lying around, you know who to call!!