Someone took my bike today.

I went to class. I went to seminar. I had some lunch. I went to get my bike.

It wasn’t there.

Did I put it on a different bike rack? Did I move it between class and seminar?

Where did it go?

Did I do something boneheaded and lock it up to itself, and not actually to the bike rack? No sign of the lock. No sign of the bike.

The campus police gave me this (paraphrased) advice: Ride an uglier bike, or get a more expensive lock.

I don’t know the serial number. I have one picture that includes part of the back wheel, behind my photogenic cat.

I have my old bike, but not only is it lacking pedals, but the rim is a tiny bit warped on the front wheel and I’m not comfortable riding it say, down steep hills (the warping makes it jerk when you brake, which is kind of freaky).

Too bad I live on top of a big hill.

Too bad my other bike was stolen.

If they’re selling it for parts, I hope they’re not worth half what they think. I wish the bike had some sort of odd quirk that would cause serious pain and bodily damage if you weren’t aware of it. Like the seat would electrify you when it was wet.

Vittun paskapää. Mene helvettiin ja kuole. Sulla oo kaks persea ja ei oo yks pää.