They say bad things happen in 3...well last week was certainly more than 3 and you know when you do everything you can to make things better.
Well on Saturday I decided to go out for a bike ride, came back at 2pm, left my bike in our car port to dry off and went out with a mate for a few hours. Came back...bike gone.
Now, in hindsight I shouldn't have left it 'out' as it were, but I live in a culdesac in a nice area and the bike can't be seen unless you actually walk in to the car port itself as it was leant against the wall and hidden by part of the front wall. I wasn't sure who I was more angry at, myself or the thief! Police don't care.
It's the fact that it happened in the middle of the day on a Saturday in a culdesac of about 22 houses all very close together - an incredibly risky steal. God help the little pikey that stole it if I ever see him riding it - doubtful though, probably been thrown down a hill or into a hedge somewhere just for laughs. And I've got to wait 8 weeks until I can afford to get another bike. It has really affected me morale wise, just feel so sh1t that someone has taken something I've worked so hard for. No insurance either