I awoke at 4 am to hear somebody walking up and down the gravel trail outside my bungalow. I am a little too trusting at times so I haven't taken the action of chaining up my bicycle.
As I do not have a licence it is my only form of transport. My ex boyfriend taught me to ride a bike last year and since then my steel horse and I have been inseparable.
The brakes on the bike are shot and my front tyre is virtually bald. Last week I was riding along the road side when an old man decided to appear from no where and block my path. I hit the brakes but since they are not working efficiently I rolled to a stop and hit him fair on. He started swearing at me and waving his arms around calling me a 'young hoon and a danger to society'. I apologised and teetered away red faced.
At 4 am in a state of half consciousness and alarm, I thought 'Gee, wouldn't it be funny if this person took my bike'.
I heard some metallic sounds, but then I was not about to run outside in the nude to find out either.
I compare myself to Mr Burns from The Simpsons when I am not wearing clothes.
The next morning I was all geared up to go to work followed by an audition. I stepped outside to find that my bike was gone. At the time I thought it was rather funny and a little sad. I feel sorry for the person that stole it.
Hence they would have had to leave via the very steep hill only to find that the chain has stretched and the brakes do not work. I was going to have to replace most of its parts anyway so perhaps this person has done me a favour. I just hope that they are OK.