Add one more indignity to the long list of hurricanes, tsunamis, insurgencies, beheadings, election disappointments, and terrorist attacks suffered in 2004. Over the New Year holiday my bike was stolen from the train station. And so, I need to add a new category to this blog: Crime. Ugh.
Not that it was worth anything. I'd been riding that Wal-Mart special down to the train station every day for the past 2 and a half years, regardless of the weather. The brakes were rusting shut, the gears were a mess. But it still got me down the hill in the morning. My hypothesis: a drunken reveler got off the last train to Beacon on New Year's, found no taxis, and decided to take the next best thing: my bike. Long story short, I need to find a "new" bike. If anyone has an old beater they'd like to sell me for a fair price, I'm game. Just email me, and we can follow up offline. Let's hope 2005 has a bit more cheer in store...
