Ahhhh Freak Out!

That song (you know, the funky 70's song) was playing when I got in my car this morning. It was EXACTLY what I felt like doing after what I had just discovered: Someone stole my BIKE.

My bike.

The one I ride.

The one I ride to and from practically everywhere within 3 miles of our apt. I was so sad to see its place on the bike rack empty. The only thing left on the rack is a U-shaped bike locked tire from the LAST bike someone stole two weeks ago. ANNNNNNND...my bike has been stolen a year and a few weeks after Jason's was stolen. Coincidence? I think not.

I will miss my bike terribly. I loved it. And now both Jay and I have no bikes to ride on the Greenbelt this summer. We are sad. However, no one has stolen our legs so we can still use those.

So we'll be window shopping for new bikes until we can afford to get some. Maybe we'll find our old ones...but new ones are a fun idea!

Well whomever stole my bike is gonna have to put some work into it. We just fixed the flat back tire but it went flat again so the whole tire will have to be replaced. Good luck bike-stealer!