The law of love (Stolen Bikes)

The law of love
By Scott T.

I have had a bike stolen. Not today. Don’t feel too bad for me. I’m over it.

But, not really. I recently had a chance to relive my Yellow Schwinn being stolen from the front of the store.
It was stolen because someone didn’t bring it in after we closed. Still, stolen is stolen, even if you don’t lock it. I looked around everywhere for that stupid bike that wasn’t even worth 30 bucks. It was heartbreak.

Then I found it… It was parked at chipotle and locked up. So, I left the new “owner” a note stating that if they wanted, they could keep their lock and if they didn’t, I would just cut it off for them. And also that my bike is my bike, not their bike. MY BIKE!

After some time, the police came got the bike and gave it back to me.

And I thought I was happy. But, the truth is that I haven’t ridden the bike since I got it back. It is sitting in the basement of the store. And I can tell the bike is sad. I used to ride wheelies for blocks with it. I used to make coffee runs with it. It was my dear friend. And now that someone else took it home and rode it (sorry for the imagery in your head), I don’t feel the same about it anymore. I feel that it isn’t my bike anymore.

Where I am right now, I don’t know that I can give it away either. I feel like the Karma needs to be washed or some sort of seance needs to be performed to remove the devil from inside the bike. I haven’t really even sat with the bike since I picked it up from the police station. What to do. What to do.

Recovered bicycles can never be loved the same way. I think someone may have to intervene.




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2 Responses to “The law of love (Stolen Bikes)”

  1. Juliet says:

    You could try a Native American smudging ceremony. It involves the burning of sage, cedar, and sweetgrass. Years ago, my very spiritual roommate smudged our house after a traumatic burglary. We felt uncomfortable being there knowing that strangers’ grubby hands had gone through our underwear drawers, closets, kitchen cabinets, etc. There was definitely a negative cloud over the place. I’m not really into spirit magic, but even I agreed that the house felt cleansed afterward. And it smelled good.

    http://greenfield.fortunecity.com/dwellers/564/ceremony.htm

  2. Steve says:

    I have a similar story. I thought working on the bike might restore the romance. I gave it a good cleaning and lube, but no. Looking at it I was always reminded of that empty bike rack and the sinking feeling in my stomach.

    Try taking this concept to a new level. Give the bike a completly new personality. If it is a mountain bike, turn it into a dirt jumper or a single speed. Maybe the new project will bring back the love.

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