Monday, February 6, 2012
stolen. @ 11:00 AM
This morning I had decided to take off from work in order to have a break and time to study and prepare for an exam I had to take that evening, kind of spur of the moment. My hubby has class at 8 o'clock and left a little late to get his bike, but he's a fast rider so I didn't think anything of it. I kissed him goodbye and told him I'd see him later and I loved him so much, then I locked the door behind him and finished up the laundry I had been putting off and started one more load. I hear the door unlock and close which surprises me. I walk out to the living room to see what was going on to find my husband with a broken lock in his hand and an extremely sad look on his face---suddenly I realize what had happened and I just hugged him as he collapsed on the couch.
Hubbs had locked his bike in the courtyard of our apartment complex on Saturday after work and doesn't usually do that but thought it'd be fine for the evening since we were going to ride on Sunday afternoon. A little background information--Hubbs bike was his father's better road bike that he sent him almost two years ago when Hubbs arrived at BYU and didn't have a car. He rode that bike with his dad and brother and uncle to Myrtle Beach from his home and all around the TN mountains as well as all over Utah. It has been his mode of transportation since he didn't have a car when we got married and it has kind of been his "friend" to an extent. When you trust an object with your life and livelihood as much as he has then it's not odd to think of a bike as an extension of yourself---unfortunately it's gone now. Hopefully it'll turn up when some druggie tries to sell it to a pawn shop or chop shop, but it's not likely.
The rest of my day was spent taking the hubbs all around to different shops in order to find a bike that would be a suitable replacement. Luckily we have savings, they just weren't for a bike. After trying out different bikes and debating between price points that we were comfortable with, the Hubbs has a bike and a mode of transportation--on the way.
It's hard to know that his bike is gone, I always liked it and I've gotten used to seeing it but luckily it was just a bike and nothing happened to us and we can replace it. It's a reality check, to know that in Provo of all places his bike was stolen from our home, but we'll be more careful from now on. Likely, we have my bike--it's only 9 cm shorter than his old 61 cm bike--and he's using that for now.
Can't wait to see his new bike--it's beautiful!
For now, here's a memory of the only picture I have of his old bike:
