Fuckers... they took my bicycle. I've again lost some faith of the good of humanity. It even had a flat tyre for chrissakes. It had just went flat a few days ago and I was planning on repairing it this weekend... I've had so many adventures on that bike... it had almost killed me too, of which there is a reminder still visible on my ear. Arrr... hate em... tho I live in hope of finding it. This isn't that big of a place... perhaps some drunken idiot took it for a ride... tho I'm pretty certain that it was locked.
Hmm... I did have a strange feeling one day that someone might have been interested in my bike earlier. It had this scarf on the trek. one morning I noticed that it was gone. I have no idea why someone would have wanted to take it.