I had intended to write about something slightly different tonight… but instead I’m delving off track a little. I’m just feeling too hurt to write about anything else. So, it is what it is.
A few months ago I wrote about how our bikes had all been stolen. And how it broke my heart that someone would do something like that. I could go into details now, but instead I’ll just refer you back to that first blog post: http://td365.wordpress.com/2011/11/07/some-people-do-rotten-things/
Well, today is my mom’s 52nd birthday, and we spent the evening at my parent’s place helping to celebrate her special day. We arrived home to discover that someone has now stolen our bike trailer (which also contained all of our helmets).
Seriously. Because it wasn’t enough that someone already stole all of our bikes – which insurance won’t completely cover (it will only cover a portion of Damon’s and about half of mine). So now someone felt the need to take the bike trailer that I use to pull my daughter.
We’ve lived in this house for almost nine years… and these are really the only incidents we’ve ever had. I suppose I should be grateful for that, but instead it just leaves me feeling like crap. We love our little house in our lower income neighbourhood. We feel at home here. I know these thefts likely weren’t personal, but they sure feel that way. We can’t afford to replace these things. And it just breaks my heart that someone would take them from us. Stealing something I share with my daughter… It’s just wrong. She’s now scared that someone is going to steal her new swingset (that we bought her for her fourth birthday). So not cool.
So yeah… I’m bitching and moaning… but our bikes really were how we got around 3/4 of the year, and we AREN’T going to be able to afford to replace them with anything even close to what we had, and now the trailer and helmets are gone too??? So not cool, and that’s another few hundred dollars that we don’t have available to replace something that held so much value for us. I really am upset over this. It’s just not cool. Not in any way shape or form. It hurts.
Today should have been a good day… but it’s been downright lousy. Woke up early in the morning to discover that someone had stolen our bikes, all three of them. Even the girlie’s bike. What kind of person steals a little kids very first bike? That’s just so not cool in any way, shape, or form.
Want a look back at a few blog posts featuring our bikes? Including a video of the girlie trying one out in the store? Click this link: http://td365.wordpress.com/?s=bike
We really do love our bikes, and it hurts knowing that someone actually planned this out and executed it with at least two or three people. Our bikes were all locked up together. Mine is an electric-assist bike and is heavy and hard to move when the key isn’t in and the battery isn’t turned on. Damon’s had a flat tire. It looks like they must have moved them, all still hooked together… as we couldn’t find any evidence that they’d cut the lock or chain before taking them. It’s all just speculation, but we figure they probably saw them on Halloween, and put their plan into motion on Sunday night.
Happy Monday to us!
Mine was the first bike I’d owned as an adult. It’s my vehicle. It’s how I drive me and my daughter around for three of four seasons. I love my bike. It may not be pretty, it’s big, bulky, heavy, and difficult to get started… but it’s mine. My silver bullet. It was a big purchase for us, and means a lot to me.
Damon’s bike was a gift from his Grandma before she passed away. It’s a gorgeous bright red, 21 speed Schwinn mountain bike that she had special ordered for him. At the time it was worth more than the car we drove. It makes us think of her every time we take it out. It cannot be replaced.
Lily-Ann’s bike was the result of several trips to several stores, where she tried bike after bike. Hours spent riding (or trying to ride) bikes down store aisles before finding one that was just perfect for her. And then the decision making going back and forth between the two colour options… race car or princess carriage… It was a long hard choice for her, and she loves her bike and is sooo proud of it. This just breaks my heart.
So… please keep your eyes open for us. If you hear of someone who recently got a used bike (maybe they bought it through an acquaintance, maybe they found it ditched somewhere) or if you see a few bikes chained together in someones yard that look like ours… please let us know. Our house insurance will cover some of the loss… but honestly? I just want our bikes back. I don’t want new ones. We love our bikes, they mean a lot to us.