Oh, hello.
ONE DAY after I posted about all the things I've done with my bike, I jumped on an eastbound Wilshire bus, rode to Figueroa, hopped off, checked the address of my friend's birthday, and then noted, calmly, that my bike was missing.
And by "missing" I mean "no longer with me" as in "still on the bus." But it took me a while to realize this; my mind cycled* through assuming someone had stolen it in front of my face, to thinking I had left it unlocked around the corner, to realizing that I had just done something really quite dumb. Then I became significantly less calm.
[* Sorry.]
It takes three days to process items left on the bus. It was late enough that I (and the MTA) consider it lost on Wednesday. Wednesday + 3 + weekend = Monday.
In the meantime, I'm taking the advice of this guy and focusing on the things I can control:
Adding non-advertising work to my design portfolio
Getting better sleep
Changing my health insurance
Replacing these jeans
Flossing
And taking the eponymous Squeaky Nishiki in for a re-fit:
Removing the fenders
Replacing 27" wheels with 700x23 wheels with a fixed hub
Removing the rear cassette
Adding an appropriately-toothed rear cog and lockring
Removing 1 front chainring
Adjusting/replacing brake levers
Removing some chain links
Raising the seat post and replacing the saddle
... But I'm not going crazy with the re-fit. I might leave it on a bus, after all.
12 December 2008
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2 comments:
Oh my goodness that is scary. I could totally see myself doing something like that. In fact I have - I've left my laptop bag (with laptop) at a restaurant. Once. Many many years ago.
You've probably already heard this, but maybe it still helps: hang in there and keep following up. Good chance you will get your bike back. And yes it sounds like you are doing exactly the right thing(s) in the mean time.
I'm not getting too hopeful; I'm assuming it's lost. If I get it back, it'll be like a windfall. A bike from the sky.
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