It was just a bike. That's what I keep telling myself.
I look around wildly like it would be anywhere else, but no; it's gone. Someone has taken my trusty much beloved road bike, on which I have ridden so many miles. Take a deep breath. It was just a bike.
No ride tomorrow, I guess, now what do I do? As it happened I have ordered a new bike but it won't be here for three more weeks, and there will be a shakedown period after that. I was planning to continue using my old bike for training. And of course I'm riding the Furnace Creek 508 in October, on the new bike, but was counting on having the old one as a backup, both in case of mechanical trouble and for mental peace of mind. Oh well.
I'm not sure what to think yet, or what to do. I'm staggered. It was ... just a bike. |
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