You know how the Monty Python boys always say: "Always look on the bright side of life"?

Yeah, well, SOMEONE STOLE MY FREAKIN' BIKE.

My BIKE!

My ONLY MODE OF TRANSPORTATION (unless you count my legs, and the bus which I can't always afford, but neither are as quick and direct as my wonderful old beater bike was).

Made me mad.

Real mad.

I NEEDED that bike.

So in conclusion to this story, if you see anyone riding an old purple Norco fifteen-speeder (though speeds eleven through fifteen don't work well), where the back breaks don't work well, and there's a hole in the back of the hard uncomfortable seat, and the chain desperately needs cleaning and oiling because it skips a link exactly four turns of the pedal on fifth gear...PULL THEM OFF AND HIT THEM.

In fact, if you see *anyone* riding a bike, give 'em a good smack for me.

*grumblegrumblegrumblegrumble*

.

Rosie.

PS, Though I guess you could look on the bright side and note that I don't have to find a place to store it for the winter, even though it's still plenty warm enough to ride.

Before&After