I walked off BART in El Cerrito Plaza yesterday and looked at the bike racks for my bike. It took me 3 minutes to realize I wasn't looking in the right place and that someone broke through my kryptonite lock and stole it. I've been depressed since I realized that yesterday. Now, I have to get a new bike because this was my only way of transportation - I got rid of the car because I loved just depending in my bike. From now on, I'll use 3 locks and so that if they want it, they have to REALLY work toward getting it.
This really sucks. I wish I could inflict huge amounts of bodily harm to the person that stole it. The clincher is that I just rented "Bejing Bicycle" on Netflix (to watch tonight) which is about someones' bike getting stolen. The only thing that I can laugh about is that I took the seat with me since it had a quick release. It would at least have been difficult for them to ride it home.
I only had that bike a month and I spent over $250 because I wanted a decent bike since I ride at least 12 miles every day to and from work. Damn!