Seriously?

Tragedy struck about two weeks ago when Francis' bike was stolen. Stolen. Some fool walked up to our bikes locked together, and to a tree, in front of a busy restaurant, in a safe part of town with bolt cutters and snipped our locks (two), walking off with the bike as if it were his own. We know he had bolt cutters because this shenanigan was caught on a security camera - not that the footage will help us find him, but it did show us how depressingly easy it was for this guy to steal it.

We were having dessert with friends. The post-dessert conversation moved outside where we realized with horror that the bike had been jacked. The next hour was spent in an adrenaline-fueled grid search for the thief so we could serve up some piping hot Street Justice.

No luck.

Bike theft is one of those things that happens all the time. Everybody knows someone that has had their bike stolen, if it hasn't happened to them personally. But despite how common it is, when it happens to you (or at least to us) all you can think is - seriously? SERIOUSLY? Who does that? 

Dick. 

Yes, it's just a bike (and lights, and helmet, and saddle bags, and handlebar extensions) - not a car. But it is F's main source of transportation. He rides everyday. That combined with him not being in a financial situation to replace it is enough to make a vengeful person like me scour craigslist like a madwoman all squinty-eye and suspicious-like, muttering to myself how I plan to take revenge.

And it wasn't even my bike.

I digress. If we find it, great. If not, bummer. We've been up to some other things too...*

{twilight portrait}

{happy hour}

{pier portrait}

{try as he might, I don't give him the satisfaction of an honest smile. muaha!}

{sister video chat! minus the lil'un}

{a week later sprig thing is still going strong}

*Like happy hour.
  Like stealing collecting bougainvillea from public property for home beautification.
  Like listening to a Beatles cover band from the pier outside the Embarcadero (cause we don't need no stinking tickets).
  Like video chatting with the latest sister-bird to fly the nest.