The usual happy
smiling face got sad this morning.
As I approached my
trusty steed, rain and all – I wasn’t prepared for where my eyes would land.
She wasn't all in tact.
Missing was her stem and seat.
Missing was her stem and seat.
“I loved that seat!” rolled through my mind instantaneously.
Me and that seat, we’ve gone a lot of places together. Through country
roads. Busy highways. Urban centres. Sidewalks. Bike lanes. Over bridges,
sometimes boulevards. Into all kinds of weather.
In Toronto, Vancouver and Victoria.
In Toronto, Vancouver and Victoria.
Carrying my son when he
was a babe. Commuting.
We’d spent many an hour together. Even training for BC Bike Race (road).
We’d spent many an hour together. Even training for BC Bike Race (road).
You see, me and my Rocky Mountain Fusion, well, we’ve been partners a long time.
Two decades in fact.
Two decades in fact.
Thankfully there were
two Kryptonite locks keeping her safe. One for the front wheel, and the other
the back.
I rode what I could
to school this morning. Locked her up as usual. She’ll have to stay parked
till I can make it to a bike store for the stem and seat replacement.
For the rest of the
day I was twanged with sad but then I felt the glad.
At least I still have my two wheels.
The stem and seat were stolen at Stamps Landing outside Monks in False Creek. |
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