I already showed you this bike because it looks just like Jeremy’s kick-a Centurion.
In case you don’t know much about bikes, it’s pretty much one of the coolest bikes out there. It’s not just any trusty, smooth, good-looking roadbike. It’s vintage, so it’s got lots of character. This ain’t no grab-it-off-the-shelf-at-target-order-me-up-another-one-of-those bikes. It’s one of a kind. ONE. OF. A. KIND. people.
Well today something really stupid happened. Yeah, this is so lame I’m using the word “stupid,” which you only use a) when you’re 12; OR b) when something is so bad that you can only really describe it by resorting to words like “stupid” (or crasser profanities–I choose not to go that far).
Jeremy’s bike got stolen. STOLEN. GONE. POOF–just like that. Some kid cut through our bike lock and took that thing like it was his (or her) own. Blast blast and criminy sticks of poo. That bike cannot be replaced.
Jeremy says LAUSD will most likely reimburse him for a new bike. That doesn’t help at all. “Man, bad day today, my kid got stolen.” “Oh don’t worry, we’ll cover the cost for a new one.” Blah. Ok so it’s not as bad as someone napping your kid, but that Centurion had a special place in our lives, and now we have little vintage Red Centirion-shaped holes in our hearts that can never be re-filled.
Criminals and pre-criminals don’t think these things through when they’re taking your bikes. All I can say is someone in the universe better be out there appreciating that bike like we do.
Oh. A bit of a p.s. I did some blogging about my first day of work. You can check it out here if you’re interested.