On Monday, after years of trying to make a decision, I finally bought a bike. I haven't owned a bike since I was seven, and haven't ridden one since Dan's and my first anniversary. I rode it home from the bike shop, exhilarated by the feeling of the wind and light rain on my face, enjoying finding new muscles in my legs. I parked it in the garage and Dan and I talked about securing it better this weekend. I hoped to ride it during the week but didn't have time, and planned to ride on Saturday morning.
On Friday afternoon, I discovered it was gone. We think the back door of the garage was left open overnight and that the easy access tempted a thief. I'm heartbroken.
I beat myself up a lot on Friday and Saturday and many friends shared their own bike loss stories. Bikes lost immediately after buying them, three or four bikes stolen from the same home on different occasions, bikes borrowed from friends for a single day that were stolen, bikes stolen two minutes after putting them away, locks sawed, cars broken into, etc. I feel less stupid but still saddened.
The police haven't called me back yet (I'm supposed to wait for an officer to call me to get more info for the report). I'll bug them tomorrow and hopefully we can file a claim with our homeowner's insurance. If I'm lucky, the deductible will be low. If I'm not lucky, I'll have to wait quite a while for a replacement.