Mourn like it’s 1999: Stolen Bike; Crying Waitress; Confused Customers

In a follow-up to my recent post “Fifteen Bikes Went to the Fence. Twelve Came Out. Thieves Took the Rest,” this post tells of another woeful stolen bike tale. It was 1999. Y2K brought together a cesspool of techie geeks, survivalists, religious extremists, end-of-the world fear mongers, and ill-informed politicians. Harry Potter was making nerds and … Continue reading Mourn like it’s 1999: Stolen Bike; Crying Waitress; Confused Customers

Fifteen Bikes Went to the Fence. Twelve Came Out. Thieves Took the Rest.

Every bike I've owned has been stolen, ripped off, taken, taken by aliens, gone baby gone, last seen, missing, gone walkabout . . . Whatever the case, having a bike stolen is truly crappy. And if you're like me, my bike, at various times in my life, was my only mode of transportation. Well, besides … Continue reading Fifteen Bikes Went to the Fence. Twelve Came Out. Thieves Took the Rest.