When we lived in Ontario, I got my first brand new especially for me mountain bike. Up until then I had been riding a Raleigh 80’s model girl’s 10 speed with no brakes and no ability to change gears, found at a Value Village for $6.50 on 50% Off Day.
The idea was that Adam and Ian were going to take me out mountain biking with them, so we got me a mountain bike – the 14″ frame Giant Rincon, a little tiny bike with V-brakes and front suspension and knobby tires. It was promptly dubbed the Wee Giant.
I used that bike to get around Toronto for months – I even stopped buying a bus pass, and began biking into work every day. I worked downtown from 5:30 – 11:00pm five nights a week. I learned to love bike commuting. It was also the time that we started mountain biking – of a sort – in the Don Valley.
When we moved out west to Vancouver, we really started to get into mountain biking. I would go out on the Shore with the Wee Giant with its three inches of front suspension and attempt to ride trails. Needless to say, I fell – often. It took a few months for me to realize that I probably needed a slightly better bike to ride on REAL mountains, so I bought the Kona Dawg (aka Bad Juju) and turned the Wee Giant into a commuter. For two years now I’ve been using it to get around town, to and from work.
In celebration of bike to work week (and also because I really do enjoy biking to work in the mornings and home at night) I decided to ride into work this morning. It takes about 45 minutes to get to work, and about an hour to get home, so it’s a nice solid ride. The weather was fantastic and I really enjoyed the ride in.
I didn’t have a lock on me, so I borrowed one from the office and locked up the bike when Iarrived. We park our bikes just outside the Office door, in the upstairs part of a Courtyard that’s back from the street a little ways. They’re not particularly visible, and there aren’t people who use that route to get around unless they have an office in the building.
At 5:30, I went outside and unlocked the bike, ran back in to drop off the lock, then went immediately back outside. In the less than 30 seconds Iwas gone, someone took off with the Wee Giant. As though someone waswatching and waiting for a bike to be left unattended for just amoment… except when I unlocked it there was no one around.
It’s not just losing the bike – which wasn’t the best commuter anyway – it’s just that I don’t understand how or why people want to steal anything. I was even wondering about it on the way in to work on my bike this morning – I’m completely unable to wrap my head around wanting to steal a bike. Or anything else, but at the time I was thinking about bikes.
I’m sad to lose the Wee Giant. We had some good times, for an inanimate object relationship. I’m also feeling just a bit violated in a way… I like to think the best of people. Some stupid bike thief took that optimism away from me – only for a little while, probably, but right now it just plain hurts.
So if you seeanyone riding around on a 14″ silver Giant Rincon with slick tires, it’s probably mine. I hope they appreciate it. Asshole.