My mountain bike was hanging in the garage last night (ok, maybe it was yesterday morning).
This morning, it was gone. The garage was LOCKED for the intervening time. Nobody who I know in possession of keys has any knowledge of where it went. (Well, ok, I didn't ask Diana, but she's in NYC for a month caring for a failing mother, I figured she's got enough going on)
Everyone's first reaction (including mine) has been, "are you sure you didn't take it somewhere and forget?" (it's also been my 3rd, 5th, 17th, and 642nd reaction)
It was in our garage with 3 other bikes, two of which would have been much easier to take, as they were not hanging. There were other things in there that would also have been easy to take, computers, etc. Only my bike is missing. I feel targeted (I can't help thinking I've misplaced it, but I KNOW I saw it there yesterday.)
My favorite bike in the whole freaking world is gone. Not the one I have been (playfully) thinking about replacing. FUCK!
I'm in shock.
More later.
