Despite all the busy and the too-much-social, we are trying very hard to get/stay in shape. So yesterday we rode our bikes to the gym, as we do.
And when we came back out, not quite an hour later…Mark’s bicycle had been stolen.
They cut through a supposedly-unbreakable lock (a $99 lock) and left it lying on the ground in two pieces, and no bike. In broad daylight, mid-afternoon, in front of the giant plate glass windows right by the gym’s front desk. Oh and with security guards right nearby.
Fortunately (I guess), they left my bike, which, though I love it very much, is an old cheap beater. So I could ride home and get the car and go back and pick Mark up.
He went to the bike store today and showed them the lock…they were gobsmacked, they’d never seen one of those locks broken before.
So he’s ordered a new bike, which should be here next week, and which represents a giant pile of money we don’t have to spend on such things. I did talk to my homeowners insurance company, but, since we’re not yet married, it’s not covered. And, even if it were covered, probably we wouldn’t want to make a claim, because of the deductible, and the fact that I’d lose my discounts, because of filing a claim.
SIGH.
This, on top of the pernicious virus attack last week…the world feels like an abusive and evil and dangerous place, full of predators and assholes and monsters, and like no matter how hard you work to stay afloat, to keep up, something is always there to try to rip you off and knock you down.
It’s frustrating, I tell you. Assholes. May they have boils in private places, and canker sores which do not heal.