My Bike Story

So I'm hanging out at work late today. I'm thinking I'll get some other personal work done since I have such a nice spacious desk space, a fast computer, and nice environment. Back at home, my room still feels kinda dirty (I need to vacuum), and the sheets on the bed are still gross and sandy since I never got a chance to change or wash them yet...I just don't even want to use them I think I'll buy new sheets this weekend...jersey. The desk is old and warped and covered with all the stuff I put on there that I didn't use in the room (ie the bed sheets, lamps, an old record player, etc.). So I have to sit on the bed to do stuff and use the computer. I think I'd rather use my workspace at work lol.

Anyways I'm there late, also pumping up the body ball that I had requested to sit at my desk (it's loud and squeaky to pump up LOL), when another intern from Poly comes over and brings up grabbing some dinner. I'm thinking hmm cause dinner sounds good but I don't really want to spend more money. We head out to get dinner near First and Market and I grab my bike from the bike room since I don't like walking back home late from the Ashby station to home in Berkeley. Riding a fast bike seems safer than walking after dark lol. When we get to the general area, it's time to choose a place to eat so I park my bike on the sidewalk chaining it to a bike pole with my expensive fancy bike lock (not a U-lock mind you since my U-lock currently decided to stop working about a month ago). I run in through the frame and front wheel, taking a minute to take out the bike seat and put it in my backpack since I had suspicions that it would be taken. We must've walked around for an hour not finding anything we could agree upon. Finally we end back up at First and Market and he makes a comment about my bike still being there. Well...of course it's still there. It'd better still be there!

So finally I'm thinking I'm hungry and I settle on going lower class to Subway right next to my parked bike. We head in and take about 15 minutes to get my sandwich and eat it. I walk out and it's like a dream...one of those feelings where something is out of place, but you can't put your finger on what it is. I walk over to my bike. Where is my bike? I must've parked it somewhere else. I look down and see my lock. Oh no, did I not even lock my combo lock? I pick it up and see that it had been cut through with some heavy duty cutters. Whoever it is had made more than one attempt before successfully cutting through. No. Way. My bike was stolen. I've been in this city for less than a week. Effing eff. Sigh. My friend tried to talk about other things to take my mind off of it, which I appreciated despite not really showing it. I was pretty bummed. I wasn't mad though...it could have been worse...a bike is just a thing and can be replaced...but it was a nice bike...and it means there are so many bad people in this City...in this World. That's just disheartening. We grab some stuff at 7-11 down the street and head down to BART at Monterey. I get on my train towards Bay Point but in some last minute decision from my bitterness, I get off on Embarcadero. By coincidence, another friend who lives in the City calls me up to say hey and ask what I'm up to. I tell him what happened and that I'm headed up from BART to wander the City hoping to see some bum with my bike. Ha looking back on it, that was probably not one of my brightest ideas. He tells me to stay put and he comes to pick me up to grab dinner with another friend of ours since he didn't want me wandering the streets. I'm glad I have friends to look out for me when I make silly decisions like that. I'm not gonna lie though...I might have been more safe on the streets than inside his car LOL. His driving was nuts but we ended up getting every where very fast and...we got there. So I can't complain too much, but it was a crazy ride around the City. We all went out to Pizza Orgasmica...pretty much an erotically named Pizza place. Very...interesting somewhat disturbing names. "Oh waiter, I'd like a Manage A Trois please...make that half Kinky Cow. Oh yea and while you're at it, some Cream Between Her Thighs. Yes, that's all for now. Thanks."

We had taken seats on the ground table, so getting up afterwards felt good to stretch the legs out. My friend and I left town to drop me back off in Berkeley...that was really nice because getting home on BART this late would have sucked. Especially without a bike. I am still bitter. My roommate's response as I told him..."Wow, you just got here!" Yea, it sucked. Oh well, what can ya do. If you see someone walking around with (or on Craigslist lol) a Giant Mountain Bike, Silver, 21 speed, and no seat, you let me know.