calling all patrols
After 5 long years of service, my bike has been *gasp* stolen. I just don’t know how this could have happened. The last time I saw it was on graduation day when, shortly after it decided to buck me off removing a generous portion of my hand, I abandoned it against a fense across from Little John. In the three short weeks since then, someone has managed to find it, determine that it was lacking in theft deterence and then abscond with it.
Farewell my little red bike without a seat, you served me well.
Fare thee well, oh faithful red bike.