My psychic powers kicked in early this morning, as I was puttering around the house, getting ready to go to work. Some inner voice told me I should check on my bike. I went into the living room and peered out the window onto the front porch.
Looking through the window wasn’t quite enough to convince me. I rushed out onto the porch to behold the absence of bike without an intervening glass panel. It still wasn’t there.
I swore loudly and punched and kicked the air a few times.
No, it wasn’t locked up. Usually I lock the bike up, but not last night for some reason. I should have (obviously) but I didn’t. I suppose I was lulled into a false sense of security because our porch is ten feet off the ground. It seems fairly removed from the street.
This sucks because that bike is my primary means of transportation. (So I walked to work this morning, which is nice, but still.) Also, I realize now that bike was my single most expensive possession after my personal computer. It cost something like $450, which is a lot, but worth it since I ride every day.
As Tim pointed out when Xy’s bike was stolen back in February, crimes like this “makes us suspicious of strangers and sometimes even neighbors.” I’d like to imagine my bike was snatched by a random wanderer, but that seems unlikely. I hate the fact that I’ll be looking at all my neighbors and wondering, “Did he steal my bike?”
I’ll buy a new bike, and file a claim on my homeowner’s policy, and report this to the police. For now, I’m taking solace in the fact that even if my bike gets stolen every six months, it’s still cheaper than a car. It also makes me happy to know I have some latent psychic abilities. Too bad those didn’t extend to foreknowledge of the thievery. Then I would have taken proper steps to secure the bicycle, such as locking it up.
Oh, wait, that’s just common sense. Of which I have none.