I borrowed a bike for the 4th street triathlon from my father in-law. Needless-to-say I was a little apprehensive about doing it only because I'm a people pleaser and don't want to give my in-laws any more reasons to dislike me. You know, what if I accidentally damaged the bike or, heaven forbid, got it stolen? Anyway, the bike I borrowed was fantastic with full-suspension and amazing shifting technology; even though the triathlon trail was severely muddy, the bike rode like a charm. My mother in-law kept telling us that it was a really nice bike and I must say that she was right. Unfortunately, both Ali and I severely underestimated how nice it was and left it parked outside to hopefully wash off in the rain. Unfortunately, it didn't rain until after it was stolen from the bike rack at our apartment complex. I woke up at 5 am on Friday to go to campus and found the bike missing with the chain cut on the ground.
After replaying a dozen fantasy fights in my head where I wake up to find the perpetrator in the act and then go on to severely beat him with the a variety of handy objects (a child's bike, a skateboard, the seat to the bicycle being stolen--I actually pulled it off a day before it was stolen to see how easily the mud would wash off), I find myself no less distrusting of mankind. I search craigslist and ksl classifieds obsessively for the sale of purple-blue Kona Dawg without its original seat. I still can't help feeling victimized and quite stupid.
Ali called the University Police and was told that these type of thefts happen all the time and that the bikes are usually taken out of state for sale. Of course, the odds of recovering the bike are severely out of our favor. Luckily, Ali's parents' homeowner's insurance will take some of the bite out of the loss; I just hope it doesn't affect their premiums. Hopefully my son in-law acceptance premiums don't go up too much either.