*sigh*

what a week last week, i’m glad it’s over, well the week anyways, i think it’s repercussions will be felt for awhile. my bike being stolen is pretty much put in perspective by my brothers problems. which i won’t get into, but far supercede my trivialities.

i had hope of maybe getting my bike back, but that was friday night and i think it’s pretty much gone. it’s my fault for leaving it outside my apartment for a couple of hours, which makes it even worse. i don’t think there’s a road bike stealing operation going on around my neighborhood and that’s the part that makes me mad. it was done by some stupid kids that were probably drunk and are going to sell the bike off to an asshat friend for a couple of hundred bucks so they can buy a new fin for their civic.

i’d only had the bike for 3 months but i figure i put at least 50 miles a week onto it, and i’d grown very attatched to it because it was such an experience to ride. plus it was my first real road bike, and it made me appreciate how much i had missed out on by not riding them sooner, and how much more potential i had as a rider because of them. and now it’s probably going to sit in some garage, unused and rusting, when i probably could have ridden that thing for at least another decade. it hurts to think about it.

so now i’ll buy another one and it’ll be fine (even though it is going to be a bit of a scrape to afford another) , and probably better than the one i had, but the emotional toll of actually having my bike stolen right out from underneath me is something that will probably stick with me the rest of my life. i love riding so much and my bikes are special to me, so out of everything that could be stolen from me, this is pretty much the worst (as far as inanimate objects go). it’s infuriating, and it is only an object, but i just feel violated. i also feel like an idiot for forgetting about something so important to me and leaving it unattended.

so i guess there’s always life lessons to learn.