My bike was stolen this weekend while in Omaha visiting Michele and Chris (John's sister). Our bikes were in the truck and somewhere between midnight and 6AM my bike was taken- John's bike was untouched. I told him it's because my bike is cooler.
We had a bike race/event today so I used Michele's bike, which didn't last too long because the tires were old. I didn't even bike 1 mile and the back tire exploded. The cops that were volunteering in the intersection gave me a hard time about the bike. I then had to report to them about my bike being stolen (like they could help me)..... oh, how I will miss my hot pink handle bars. I told John that I felt bad for the bike - who knows what has happened to it now.
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That sucks! But is so funny!
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