Last night my lovely bike was stolen.
I know, its foolish to get emotionally attached to bicycles, especially in Cambridge, where it is statistically likely that they will get stolen, but I did nonetheless. I bought it for a mere £25 back in November 2008. It was a bit old but really good looking, and fast, with drop handlebars and an old-fashioned gear change system. Recently I had bought a new tyre, handlebar wraps and brake blocks, and it was running really well.
Since my last bike was stolen, I have always refused to leave it unless it was locked TO something with a proper D-lock. And last night was no exception. It was locked to a cast iron bench on the common just opposite the boat (there is nowhere else) and when I came back from seeing friends at midnight, all that was left was the D-lock, which had been forced open somehow. I've reported the incident to the police but I don't think I'll see it again. It wasn't insured, but even if it had been, I would still have been upset, it is pretty much irreplaceable.
It could be worse: I only live a 20 minute walk form work. I don't NEED a bike like I did when we lived in Upware, its just handy. Such is life.
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