Hi…
A funny thing happened to me on my way home the other day, but I will start this little tale one week earlier.
I’ve had an incredible run of what some may call bad luck.
I just see it as confirmation of the law of large numbers, smile, and chug along.
My car exploded 2 weeks before Xmas. Ford Falcons, I had heard, had bullet proof engines… lol… I went over a small pot hole in Bungendore (which my five year old daughter told me to dodge seconds before) and the engine fell apart.
Bits of metal, tinkling around inside the engine as the oil drained away. My kids and I enjoyed a trip home in a tow truck, sharing pizza with the driver.
So I have been on my bike since…. Picking up the kids for the weekends has been impossible – luckily my ex and I are still on friendly terms – that’s another longer story which goes back a lot longer – but for a little context for my head-space, we broke up 1 year ago on Xmas Eve/Day… Anyway…
I then lost my job a week before Xmas, so I didn’t really have the means to fix my car or get a new one. So it went to the wreckers for $70 – I spent 20% of that on the way home on lunch for the kids and I! (I roll with the punches…) I was certain I would get anew job, a new car and sort everything out, as long as I stayed chilled. by that I mean, not get too anxious and then depressed about the problem and stop focussing on fixing it.
Anyway – that’s contextual back story for ya’ – So… I’m on my bike, riding everywhere – I’ve lost weight, got better muscle tone, a healthy tan – up and down Oxley hill a few times a day will do that for you! And then just last week I started a new job in Civic. I had to bus it up there, so I left my bike down at the Hyperdome on Monday morning. I picked up my new car on Monday night from Woden – I’m very excited, it’s the first car I’ve bought that has a chance of not ending in the tip like every other car I have disposed of..
In my excitement I forgot my bike – until the weekend when I drove dove my kids down the street to see if it was where I left it. Now – bear with me here… I was fed up with that bike – It has served me very well, lasting about ten years of me doing all sorts of jumps and downhill runs and bmx track hijinx – but it’s nearly dead. The bearing are shot, the wheels are wobbly, the cranks are bent, and the only thing holding it together is gravity.
It was gone (obviously – it wasn’t locked up)
So I drove home to Oxley explaining to my son that this wasn’t like Braidwood – his bike was stolen there, but we recovered it as it was taken by a drunk to ride home from the pub, and as Braidwood is a small town, someone who saw it the next day knew it was out of place and called us up…
Literally – AS I SAID THIS – I glanced to my right and spotted a sliver of blue between a car and a hedge, the gap was only about one foot wide, and I was travelling at 50km. I did a u-turn went straight past the house, parked and locked my kids in the car, and walked up this house’s driveway – slightly nervously, but trying to summon my inner Samuel L. Jackson.
It is my bike. There is a new front wheel on it, but no other changes.
I haven’t done anything…. Any ideas – should I write them a letter saying thanks for adopting my bike? I was going to donate it to Vinnies anyway, and this family looks like it’s in an ACT Housing place…
Just call the police? It is my fault – I left it there for three days, and I didn’t lock it up, and some people cannot help but take other peoples belongings…
I was also broken into on my first weekend after I moved back to Canberra as a welcoming gift… but I didn’t tell the police as I’m pretty certain I didn’t lock my garage properly and the thieves just rolled it up and stole my weight set, audio gear, and computers…
If it is the same culprits and I don’t call the police then I’m a dick… the bike is sitting in their driveway (as of a couple of hours ago), so it’s not really like looking for a needle in a haystack…
I could post their address?
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