I had started a separate blog for talking about cycling and fitness stuff. Then I realized I was spreading myself too thin with the postings. So I moved those posts to here.
Then yesterday my brand new just barely a month old bike got stollen. There was no sign. Bike, helmet and lock were all gone. I wandered around all the racks at Bethesda Metro station in the vein hope that I’d locked it up somewhere different.
There were other bikes in the same rack. They didn’t want THOSE bikes… they wanted mine.
Fuck them. I’m going to get a new bike and a better lock and I’m going to be even fitter and more kick ass.
But today I have to call the police and insurance company.