So it goes

The police called me at work again this week to give me an update on my stolen bike: they’ve learned nothing. The officer I spoke to was extremely kind, calling me three or four times in a row because we couldn’t manage to get a clear connection. They had captured a few bike thieves, he said, but none of them were connected to my bike.

I guess that’s case closed. I don’t mind too much. My new bike has been excellent (another thanks to Teresa and Raymond for my new wheels!), and the training keeps advancing. We’re now running more than 15 km/week, and my training log says I’ve clocked nearly 200 cycling miles in the past two months. continue reading »

My bicycle was stolen on Monday while I was at work. I walked around the corner of the physics building to find my lonely front wheel still locked to the rack with my severed cable lying next to it on the ground.

I was grief-stricken. How long had the poor wheel been sitting there, humiliated and alone? And why had some jerk stolen the rest of the bike? Who doesn’t have better things to do than to deprive me of my uninsured, primary mode of transport? And what was I supposed to do now, standing next to a single wheel in my dorky bicycle outfit? continue reading »