My fixed gear commuter bike was stolen Wednesday night from my locked back courtyard area and I’m pretty bummed out about it. The possibility of getting robbed in a city is always there but I guess you never expect it to happen to you. I’m really surprised at how personally attached I was to that bike, Thursday I alternated between bouts of anger and being on the verge of tears. It had seen me through thousands of miles commuting through Chicago city streets in all kinds of weather and, while it was no prize, it really had come to fit me like a glove. I also had no idea the value of it monetarily until I sat down and totaled up how much I spent on the various parts over the years:
Frame: 210
Wheels: 150
Crank/BB: 100
Pedals: 40
Saddle: 30
Tires: 40
Brakes: 30
Helmet (also stolen): 50
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$650 in total
And given that I got a lot of those parts and pieces on sale or used my pocketbook isn’t looking forward to trying to replace it. I think finally getting renters insurance is on the top of the to-do list next week.
I guess the upside is I get to go through the joy of finding and building a replacement (not sarcasm by the way, it really is fun to build bicycles!) but it’s not something I have the time or heart for right now.
Bye bye baby, daddy misses you.
