Saturday was not a good day. It started with a broken bottle.
I’d ordered a replacement bottle of vanilla syrup, a little bit of decadence for my weekend coffee, but it arrived shattered and oozing syrup everywhere. Not a great start to the day.
I tidied it up, washed down the other items that were delivered in the same box and took the remaining, sticky, mess down to the bins.
I live in a block of flats with a basement garage under the building where some of the residents can park their cars and a side room where the bins are. The basement is used by many people to store unneeded or bulky items, and their bikes. There were several bikes down there the day I took mine down and locked it to one of the metal brackets that are bolted to the wall.
So it was some horror that I realised that my bike was no longer there.
I looked around, bemused, at all the other bikes still there and then back to the spot where my bike should’ve been. Not only was the bike gone, the bracket had been removed from the wall.
I walked around the entire basement, just in case it had been moved (somehow). It hadn’t.
It was gone. Stolen.
I felt sick to my stomach, a feeling that didn’t really leave me all day.
And that’s probably what impacted more, not the fact I have to replace my bike (that’s why I have insurance) but the fact that my bike had clearly been targeted. Ugh.
Anyway, in the vague hope that anyone who reads this might be able to help the bike was a Specialised Comp Disc Cross Trail, it’s black & white and has/had Shimano clip XTR pedals.