F*&#ing Bike Thieves!

The Friday before Thanksgiving Jan and his friend made plans to hit Whistler for one last time before the hill closed. Jan had all of his gear ready to go and the last stop was to pop in the bike storage and grab his bike. Unfortunately, someone the night before beat him to it. To Jan and I, our bikes were our prized possession, besides Jersey of course. I love my bike even more than I love my car. You can imagine how disappointed we were to find they were gone. When we moved to our new place we were really worried about the bikes. That was one of our concerns with moving to this building.

We contemplated how to keep them safe and after a lot of discussion we decided to lock them up in bike storage. Although nothing is really safe anymore we thought they would be as safe as they could be. We used a two hundred dollar chain that could only be cut with a blow torch. The chain was through both frames and through a metal bike rack which was bolted to the cement. In addition, our building requires a fob to enter into the parking garage, and the bike storage also required a fob. One couldn't see into the bike storage which leads up to believe someone in the building had a hand in our bikes being stolen. That same night our 52" flat screen TV was stolen from our amenities room.




All the doors had been kicked in from the public parking garage into our parking area. Despite having pictures of the criminals on our security cameras there have been no arrests. Jan has seen the pictures and is eagerly awaiting a chance encounter.

If there is a positive side to all of this it would have to be the fact that they did not get the bikes that easily. They broke the hacksaw trying to cut the chain and had to use a crowbar to get the bike rack out of the cement. That means the bikes had to be carried out with the bike rack between them. Jan had also placed the bikes the opposite way. It gave us a modicum of pleasure knowing they had a difficult time stealing our bikes.




I was quite disappointed when the police just left the crowbar and hacksaw in our bikeroom and didn't take it as evidence. Perhaps I have watched too much CSI. The thieves politely left the hacksaw hanging off of my cruiser bike. How thoughtful.

Happy Birthday Marita!

It was Marita's birthday last weekend, October 3rd, and with the beautiful weather she decided to host a croquet game. After we all indulged in some wonderful cake we headed out to the local park. The weather cooperated and we had quite a thrilling match. Of course it isn't important who won. The important thing is spending the day trash talking your friends! Don't worry Atticus was safe from all the smack talk as he relaxed in his stroller. Marita was up for showing off how she could kick ass at croquet with Atticus in tow. (I recently had a complaint that there wasn't nearly enough profanity in my blog.... I can't deny my fans!) He doesn't quite fit in the sling as well as he did several months ago. It's remarkable how much he changes with each visit. I have a very hard time putting him down when I visit!