The weather was great this weekend so I took my bike and biked downtown to a friend’s place to watch a movie. I watched the movie, and then after dinner mentally prepared myself for the 2-3 mile ride home. I gingerly walked, and what do I see, but thin air where my bike was supposed to be. The loss was bittersweet and a bit more background is needed to explain that emotion.
My bike is/was (so hard to say that) one of my few possessions--what with my minimalist way of life. The bike served me well, on all my rides to the beach, my rides to the grocery store and to wherever else I wanted to go. It was there when I needed it, never gave me any problems and probably prevented me from gaining a few ounces on the way. It would never abandon me even if I bought a couch it didn't agree with. That was the bitter part.
I bought my bike 4 years ago at that beacon of capitalism- Walmart. I paid $80, yup that’s it. I “protected” it with a $10 lock--more of a red herring than any real protection. Over the past year I have wanted to buy a new bike but the thought of giving this one away was hard, cause let’s face it who would want to buy it. So as has been my life’s strategy, I let fate decide what I should do. To help fate on its way, I rode the bike hard over bumps and in puddles hoping for it to break down. But it did not (For anyone doubting the quality of Walmart’s products look no further).
Tonight, my prayers were answered. A thief stole my bike--he saw through the red herring. He will probably rot in hell, but maybe he was an angel sent to relieve me of my burden. I have to believe it was the latter. Why else would anyone want my beloved POS especially when there was a brand new bike parked 15 feet away from mine.
Anyway a new decision awaits me, should I trade up and get a great (read expensive) bike knowing fully well that this is the third time my bike’s been stolen or should I go back to Walmart (maybe Target… because their business practices are allegedly better)?
Buh bye bike. I don’t even know what your name was.
*POS-Piece of S*** POG-Piece of Gold
Sunday, July 20, 2008
My POS is someone else's POG*
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2 comments:
Good article for you
http://www.slate.com/id/2140083
AND a free VIDEO BONUS
http://youtube.com/watch?v=J7zb8YXrmIA
I have two very related stories. Since i am not a blogger I wont write a 250 word post about each, but try to give you the readers digest version:
1) I lost my Ray Ban sunglasses that I (my parents) bought for me for $100 back in the year 2000. I dropped them into the Wailua River in Kauai...had I not done that I would probably never have gotten new sunglasses. I went out and splurged on a new pair of polarized Ray Bans (stick with what works)
2) I woke up this morning and my phone didn't work. the screen has been cracked for about 18 months, and yet i still would have never replaced it. I went out and bought a Blackberry Curve this afternoon.
The moral of the story, when fate breaks your crap...upgrade to nicer crap!
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