Last summer my son’s bike was stolen off our carport. This summer, my bike was stolen off our carport. Both times we called the police and filed a report. Both times, nothing happend (big suprise!). I thought it was all fine and dandy until today. Today I tried in earnest to find a new-to-me bike that would work for camping this weekend. Well, I ended up buying this cheapo old bike from this lady before I realized that it was going to cost me almost $70.00 to put new tubes and tires on it. Of course, I took the bike to the shop where I always had mine serviced, and I started to get upset, not quite embarassed but….
After deciding to wait to talk to Mr. OK some more before I got the new tubes and tires, I loaded the bike up and started driving home. It hit me on the way home. I was still upset about loosing my bike! Mr. OK bought me that bike the first Christmas we were dating. I remember it so well. He was so excited and kept torturing me about how much I was going to like my present…. and how he had gone to “check on the progress” of my gift.. this went on for at least a month before Christmas. I rode all over Hattisburg, MS on that bike during graduate school. I took all my babies for their first bike ride on that bike. Then, I realized I was crying! Over a bike! I miss my bike….It was one of the last things I still owned that I had before I was married. Kind of silly, I know, but it was sucha good bike. I found myself thinking, I don’t want a new bike, I just want MY bike back.