This evening I went to retrieve my bike from the roof (which is the place where my neighbor and I store our bikes...we figure it's such a pain to get them down, they are safe) only to find it stolen?! I was pissed! So, I dug out my old grungy roller blades and followed my boyfriend on his bike down the path, feeling angry and self-pitying all the way. Anyway, some neighbors passed me on the bike path and I said hello and then went back to feeling sorry for myself...meanwhile, NOT NOTICING that one of them was RIDING my bike! Anyhoo, as it turns out, my neighbor had lent it to him. Since she is the one who gave me the bike free of charge (being as she had too many of her own), I accept the communal nature of said bike. I don't mind that he "borrowed" it or that I even failed to realize that could be the case, but I do mind the depth of sorrow I was in for over an hour. All because of a free bike?!

I am attached to my bike.

Just for today, I love to ride my bike.