it's a post-christmas miracle!

so my bike got stole a little while ago. stole right from under my nose, while i watched from my kitchen window.

no amount of running after the thief, swearing, crying, and wandering could get that bike back--the policeman who i filed my theft report with said as much too. in his exact words: "you will never see your bike again."

he said it was probably sitting in a garage somewhere and in the summer the thief would post it on craigslist, and the police didn't have time to search garages for bikes, and so it was gone forever.

this is true. bikes that are stolen in this city are almost never recovered, so imagine my surprise when i walked into the grocery store for a late night snack and my bike was sitting by the check-out lane.

for real!! it was just leaning there, my bike lock and lights still attached. i've been carrying around the key for that lock in the hopes that maybe i'd see my bike somewhere and able to liberate it and ride away.

but the bike wasn't locked, it was just there. one of the employees told me that a notorious grocery thief had the bike--they saw him with groceries spilling out of his coat and when they tried to pursue him he tossed my bike at them. so they brought the bike in and decided not to throw it away for a few days.

and that is the story of how i got my bike back.

the bike is a little worse for wear--the seat came off in my hand, the handlebars are misaligned, the back tire is flat, and the fucker ripped the top off of my bell. all that matters, though, is that the bike is back at home--safe and sound.

so if you live on dupont/around dupont/in the vicinity of the loblaws and or sobeys then you might want to watch your bikes AND groceries.

enjoy your cursed bike, thief!!!!!

yesterday i was just sitting around, minding my own business, when some asshole walked into my backyard and rode away with my bike.

i actually saw this person ride away. i thought that it was my neighbour riding her bike through the yard until i realized "hey, my neighbour is a lady" and also "hey, that's MY bike."

the bike thief also got away with my lock, which was conveniently wrapped around the frame of the bike, and a rear light.

the jerk was wearing one of those ski coats from the nineties in neon blue and purple and also wearing some kind of white hat.

i gave chase but bikes are faster than legs and the bike thief got away.

so, if you happen to be wandering around the city of toronto and you see a blue and white simpsons-sears 3 speed cruiser(like the one in the picture below), with a black bike guard lock wrapped under the seat, it might be mine.

the bike also has a blue and white spring seat, not a black one like the one in the picture. the lady who i purchased the bike from gave me the nicer, vintage seat to replace the ugly black one in the picture.

last time i used the bike it was raining, so it might still have a lovely green shopping bag wrapped around the seat.

i'm sure i'll never see it again, but who knows.

also, the person who stole it should probably know that it's cursed. the first night i rode it i was hit by a car which leads me to believe that they will most certainly be hit by a car as well. they should probably return my bike before that happens.