23 August, 2009

Bikes Be Gone

Today my flatmate and I both had our bikes stolen while we were having a drink in the pub a few streets away.

We came outside excited by our day and our new found comfort riding in real traffic, only to find that the rack where we had chained our bikes was empty. I felt numb, and then sick, and now I'm just sad and pissed off.

We are going to do everything we can to try and find our bikes. We will go to all the 2nd hand bike shops to ask if bikes matching our descriptions were sold to them yesterday. We also filed a police report, even though we know they won't do anything about it (despite the CCTV cameras pointed directly at the place where we locked our bikes up).

It feels like someone took away the symbol of my new freedom to go where I want to go. It really shook me up for a few hours. Somehow it will all work out, I am sure of it. But right now it just feels shitty.


goodbye little bikes.


Carrie said...

Goddamnit. You JUST got that bike. The thief shall die the death of a Thousand Cuts, I'm sure of it.

CTP said...

Oh man...wtf.

I don't know if the shop is still there, but when I lived in London I worked at The Bicycle Workshop at 27 All Saints Road...best bike shop in the world as far as I'm concerned. Go see if my old boss Ninon is still there (this was 20 years ago!) and see what she has...and tell her Christopher from the states says hello :-)