The Savvy Entrepreneur

WARNING: This post is a rant of personal nature. Proceed with caution.

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This past Friday was such a beautiful day, so my husband rode his bike to work for the first time this year. He left at around 7:15 a.m. When he got home, at around 3:00 p.m., he was surprised to see me home. Our conversation went something like this:

“I thought you went for a ride with Katya. Where’s your bike?”

“I don’t know. It’s not in the garage?”

“Nope. It was hanging right next to mine when I left this morning, now it’s gone.”

[enter long and uncomfortable silence here]

You guessed it, my bike got stolen! Not only that, it was taken from our locked garage in broad daylight, right under our nose! It’s like they were watching us, just waiting for us to leave so they can take it. At least my hubby took his bike to work, or else we’d be out 2 bikes.

If you’re not an avid biker, you may think I’m exaggerating when I say I feel deeply hurt, humiliated, violated and emotional about my loss. If you are, you know what I mean.

You see, my husband and I, that’s OUR thing… that’s what we do for fun, and we want to pass the love of outdoors to our children. With the nice weather finally here, we couldn’t wait to take our kids biking this weekend. It quite literally BURNS me in my chest, knowing someone else is enjoying my bike, while I sit around in my apartment.

It wasn’t just any mountain bike, it was a 2004 Giant XTC 2 — yeah, the one with the lightweight SL frame and disk brake… I chose it especially for the frame. I shopped around for months, searching for THE perfect bike and saved up all my money. It was my gift to myself! That was 3 years ago, when I bought it brand new. I used it for one season, then I got pregnant — twice in 2 years. So taking it out this year was still like taking out my new mountain bike… I got butterflies in my stomach thinking about FINALLY taking it out… We’re simple people — we don’t own many expensive things, but when we do buy something that is somewhat valuable (usually an outdoor sports item), it’s for something we truly enjoy, because it’s worth it to us, and we plan on using it for many, many years.

When my husband asked me what I’d prefer: getting another semi-high-end bike or buying a cheap one at Wal-Mart, I didn’t know what to say. The truth is, I don’t WANT another bike… I want MY bike… MY Giant. If this has ever happened to you, you know what I’m talking about. Besides, I don’t have the luxury of spending $1500 on a bike anymore… That’s why I did it THEN.

Someone has taken away one of the few precious things I’m truly passionate about. Not only that, now I’m paranoid and ultra sensitive to everything going on around me, wondering what will get stolen next. I can’t help but wonder with every little noise I hear if it’s someone looting our garage, or maybe they’re trying to get in our home. Worse still, we look suspiciously at people who go by our place, wondering if they’re the culprit.

I’m consumed with trying to find my bike. I spent my morning calling bike and pawn shops to see if the perpetrators brought in my bike for cash… I know it’s a lost cause, but I remain guardedly hopeful. In the meantime, I’ll wallow around a little longer.

Sorry for the rant. I know it’s unhealthy to carry on like this. Plus, I’m exhausted. “What you concentrate on is what you give power to” and right now, I’m concentrating on the negative. Know that I’m working on making this alright and turning my spirits around.

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