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Kristian (crombie) wrote,
@ 2004-04-08 19:43:00
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    Current music:The Avalanches- Since I Left You

    Why wont anyone steal my bike?
    I'm not an ungrateful man.
    For my nineteenth birthday my mum bought me a brand new mountain bike. It's brilliant, it has twenty one gears, suspension and it's yellow. My mum got it for me to ride to work on, which was a good idea as it's not really cost effective to drive to work everyday and I could do with the exercise. So at the first opportunity I rode it to work. It handles like a dream.
    The top of a long downward spiral started the day I first rode the bike to work.
    One of the many good features about the bike is that it has a quick release saddle. This means that you don't have to mess around with spanners and nuts every time you want to adjust the height of the bike. Unfortunately, this also provides ease of movement for practical jokers, as well as I discovered when I found my bike at the end of the day saddleless, which in turn meant of course that I had to ride home (a thirty minute journey at the best of times) standing up.
    I can't really hold a grudge against the person that stole my saddle as I can't guarantee that I wouldn't have done the same if I'd seen an unoccupied bike with a saddle waiting to be stolen. It does have a certain comic value to it.
    And so my bike stood, unused in the garden, forced to embrace the harsh December weather while I earned enough money to buy a saddle and the quick release mechanism that goes with it. Problem was, my job ended a few weeks after that and what little money I had was spent on travelling (which I might talk about at a later date). And so my bike remained in the garden, left to slowly rust, and where it still remains to this very day. The thing is, my bike is now in a limbo stage where it's no longer ride worthy but too new and expensive to get rid of.
    The only way to solve the problem is if someone steals it.
    In the past twelve months. My car has been broken into twice and my garden has been invaded once. With this in mind, I thought that it would be a safe bet that my bike would eventually get stolen. Especially now I've moved it to a position where it's visible from the outside.
    I wake up everyday and hope that some 'Have a go villain' has made off with it. But every day I find it in the garden, slowly decaying.
    It bothers me that I want so much for something of mine to be stolen. But it's the only way I can think of to resolve the problem.
    But no. In the four months that I've left my bike outside there has been absolutely no criminal activity in my whole street. Do criminals enjoy upsetting me?
    What is wrong with these people?

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