Saturday morning, with no where else to go, I decided to finally take my road bike out for a long 15 mile ride. I was so proud of myself. I was doing it –embracing life, getting out, exercising, taking exercising selfies, the works…because the alternative was sitting in a hot van. Desperate times, desperate measures I guess.
I came back from work Monday night and the bike was gone. The lock cut off and the bike stolen. (Luckily they left the $50 cruiser I bought when my boyfriend dumped me back in college. I have weird attachments to that bike, and would’ve been sad to see it leave me like my boyfriend did).
Now look before you feel too bad for me, It was a Walmart bike.
But still! It only seems to only make it worse really. Here is this crusty van in a tough neighborhood with a wannabe bike on the back and some chump thought to himself, “You know what, I deserve this Walmart bike more than that poor homeless bum living in a van.”
What’s wrong with the world?
Oh well. I guess it’s just the cost of living in a van down by the ghetto.