This is an unapologetic grab at sympathy. I have just become a member of the
Had a Bike Stolen club. It is both fortunate and unfortunate that this happened just two weeks after becoming a member of the
Own Multiple Bikes club. Fortunate because I do still have my backup bike; unfortunate because it was the new bike (a gently used Giant Cypress DX) that was stolen, not the old one (a heavily used Diamondback Crestview with a worn-out drivechain).
The worst part is that it was my own damn fault. I've gotten out of the habit of locking it at work, because it's mostly out public view and not downtown. But last night I rode to downtown Portland (Maine) and only realized en-route I didn't have my lock, so I attempted to just stash it out of sight behind a dumpster. When I returned after 4 hours at a social event, it was gone. I feel terrible, not least because of it being my own fault.
I filed a police report, just in case, but I really don't expect to see it again.
