I’ve been riding my bicycle all summer without using a decent bike lock, just a padlock connecting a spoke to the chain. So I stopped at the local bike shop earlier this month and got a bike light – those rides home are getting closer and closer to dusk – and a combination lock/ The next day, I rode the bike to the Y. When I’m leaving the Y, I find I can’t get the lock to unlock, so I leave it there, take the bus to work. When I get back to the Y, the bike is gone. Stolen.
Interestingly, I wasn’t all that upset. Sure, I wish I hadn’t sunk over $100 in it this summer after the accident. But it was more profound sense of disappointment with human nature, along with a bit of surprise that anyone would actually take the heavy, clunky black 18-wheeler. This bike was stolen before, back when Carol owned it, but was recovered. Still, I’m not holding my breath.
I was also annoyed with myself for having failed to take it to the police station weeks ago, despite several invitations from those changeable road signs that reside in Washington Park.
So, I guess I’ll buy new wheels in the spring. I’m just not emotionally, or financially, ready to deal with it just now.
Apparently, a bill was signed, passed and enacted by the President recently and guarantees everyone $20/ month to cover expenses related to bicycle commuting for employment. How exactly will this work?
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