As I took my lunch tine walk today, I looked, as I always do, at the cycles that passed me. I do this anywhere I am, but I look even closer when I am in Seattle. Why, you ask? Well let me tell you, because yesterday was the anniversary of the reason behind my curiosity
A year ago, I came out of a LONG, HOT meeting with only one thought on my mind, Hop on the bike and let the wind clear my head.
Unlike many riders, I only have one bike, I use it for commuting, century rides, work outs and running errands. So, imagine how I felt when I got to the bike rack at work, changed and ready for the ride home. And found this
Yep a year ago my first Specialize Tri-cross was taken. (See the original post here) Now I know, trust me I was lambasted on the blog and twitter for using a piddly lock like this! It amazed me how many people blamed me for the bike being stolen…
That bike and I had ridden together for 6 years and almost 13000 miles. I rode my first Century (notice the street shoes no clipless yet)
Finished my first Seattle to Portland
And rode the Oregon Coast on that bike
Needless to say I was not a happy man and I scoured the work neighborhood for hours over the next few weeks, looking at every bus with a bike on the rack, and person going by.
However, props to my beautiful wife who said “Let’s go shopping you need a new one, NOW!” I had a big ride coming up in weeks and she was NOT letting me miss it.
Two days later, I was the proud owner of a new bike! A brand new and improved Specialize Tri-cross
Peak Sports in Corvallis Or set me up, and I was back in the saddle!
Also props to the Mighty P who set us up with in door parking 2 weeks later.
Here it is, almost 4000 miles later and the bike Michelle calls Fred (its name is NOT Fred!) have accomplished a lot!
The Crater Lake Century
And my second One day STP (better shoes too!)
I love my new bike, and plan to ride it into the ground someday way in the future. I have no idea where the next year will take me on it, but I know no matter where it is, the bike will always get me home.
I know if I found the original bike now, I would me very sad at the condition I am sure it is in. Best guess was some homeless guy snuck in, ditched his broken down mountain bike and took mine.
Now I know, many people would think I should let it go and forgive the dirtbag, who “probably needed it more than I did.” And yeah maybe I should, but then that aint my style. Personally, I am hoping that if there is a very hot place where people go in the hereafter, there is a very special place for bike thieves.
And if there isn’t such a place, maybe at least once he smacked into a tree….