Unless, of course, a friend took it to fix the two flat tires - but I have a feeling that isn't the case. Dan had just grabbed the bike from his brother so that we could fix it up for me to use. I've only ridden a bike once in over three years because of the surgeries, and the seizures, and I was so excited to start back up. And in a blink it was gone. Dang it! Evil thief. Guess I don't have to buy a basket for the front.
I don't throw this card out there much, but it's pretty mean to steal a bike from a cancer patient. Even if they don't know it at the time.
I keep picturing a tall, lanky dude on our bike cackling his head off as he wheels around Greenlake. Oh well. At least I've got my walking sticks to get me out.
Clearly we're going to need to be really good about securing our things. Guess it's a good lesson.
