Today I’m adjusting to the fact that my bicycle was stolen yesterday. Total bummer. I left it unlocked for about 15 minutes in a client’s stairwell, and when I came back downstairs it was gone. The really sad thing is that it’s probably someone somewhere in the building; it wasn’t like it was on the street or anything.

I walked around the neighborhood yesterday with my eyes open but saw nothing. It’s weird, every single bike I see — and there’s a lot of them — is potentially mine.

Here’s a pic of the bike:

It’s last year’s model. The new ones aren’t nearly as cool.

It was a gift from my dad. 🙁 The stupid thing is that I had my chain with me (the $100 kryptonite lifetime guarantee chain and lock!). Doesn’t do much good in your backpack.

I don’t know, maybe one of these days it’ll turn up on Bedford Ave. In the meantime, it’s not helping my desire for a vespa…