Mourning

If you see this bike, please throw a brick
 at the asshole who's riding it.

I was going to post about seeing Moonrise Kingdom yesterday, and the many ways it was reminiscent of my childhood romance (spoiler alert--mine ended in divorce). But that will have to wait because some ASSHOLE stole my bike Hector from behind my building last night! Where is the logic? It has little-to-no value. It was next to half a dozen much flashier bikes that were just asking for it. And yet, my sweet little work horse was taken against its will. I think the ASSHOLE must have realized I had some faith in humanity left, and decided to crush it. Also, I had a cable lock. That was dumb.

Sigh, there goes my transportation/exercise/tour guide for the summer.