We wuz robbed
Last night, I biked home to a scene of absolute Portland perfection. Judybat was working in the garden. TheBoy was playing catch -- poorly, but then he's only 3 -- with a neighbor. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and it was a pleasant 68 degrees. It felt so perfect and carefree and safe that I didn't even bother to bring my bike inside.Dumbass. This morning, to absolutely no one's surprise but my own, the bike was gone. The thief left my water bottle -- perhaps it wasn't up to their usual quality of plastic? I'm not the only naive idiot in the family: Judybat left the door to the Big Blue Car unlocked, and our assailant rifled through that, too. Apparently he/she didn't appreciate Frank Sinatra or Kasey Chambers, because all of our CDs were piled in the front seat.
It is, I guess, a good reminder to us that as pretty and perfect as our neighborhood seems, we're not exactly living in Pleasantville. The one piece of good news: Our thief left behind TheBoy's bike. So we don't quite have to have the "some people just suck," conversation with him yet.
Sigh. Pardon me while I go catch the bus.
posted by AnnaRay at 12:35 PM
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OK so the big blueberry is finally gone. While I won't make you another bike, mainly because I don got no stinking frames left, I will recommend a good used bike for thee...
Go to "large fella on a bike" blog (just google it) and hit the ANT for sale post. Look it over. Your size, hand built in Boston, ANT stands for alternative urban transportation. My brother choose the components, rode it about 40 miles and then had Bob Brown make him a copper bike, so he now needs to unload the ANT. Its a $1,400.oo frame. Hes selling the whole shootin match for the frame price. I can personnaly gaurantee it will hold up well over time and will easily carry 400 plus pounds of rider and gear. I would downplay any realtionship to me as I offered a grand and pissed him off. The other option is yuou buy my Yeti touring project bike for $600 and I will offer my bro more for the ANT.
So sorry to hear about the theft. I can recall the sick and confused feeling of violation the couple of times that things (including a bike) were stolen from my place(s).
I'm glad they left the boy's bike alone, though.
By the way -- not that you're really looking for humor just now (unless you are) -- Jeff Foxworthy (or maybe some other guy from the Blue Collar Comedy Tour) *just this week on TV* said something like, "I realized I wuz in my late thirties last week when someone robbed my truck and left 18 of my 20 CDs. 'Omigod!' I said, 'Where's my Anne Murray? Where The Best of Bread?' Both still there, thank God."
Peace.
Poor, poor Anna. First Truman, now the bike. I am so sorry. You have been robbed on both coasts.
My condolences, and Rupert (my Trek 200) sends his as well. That truly stinks. :-(
You can laugh at me, because I do live in Pleasantville. Stuff happens here, too, and then it's Unpleasantville. I am sorry for your misfortune. Sometimes it's not the actual loss of item "x" that throws us, but rather it's the feeling of deception and invasion. Chalk it up to experience, I s'pose.
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