I walked into the bathroom with my eyes half-way open. It was 2:30 AM. As I turned on the light I noticed a note on the mirror.
It was my first form of transportation I bought when I moved off to college. While most people are nostalgic about their first car, my bike was where my heart was.
It was my main form of getting around during my four years of college even though I bought a car after my first year.
It was on this bike that I got to know the college town I lived it, then Fairbanks, and now Lawrence.
It was a trusty bike, only getting ONE flat tire in the seven years we were together.
I had my first crash on that bike, one that brings memories of overcoming my fears.
Marshall and I rode many places on our bikes together, creating memories of riding in the scorching heat, to the farmer's market, or all around town--just because we could.
While my bike wasn't particularly fancy or fast, it was mine and it was a good bike. My heart grieved a little today, and while it may sound silly, I am allowing myself to feel the sadness for a little while. And then, it will be time to look for the blessings from this silly, crazy situation:
Tender Mercies:
Your bike was not outside. If you don't know where it is, wake me up. Love, Marshall.I felt my stomach drop instantly and felt as though I was dreaming--was my bike really stolen? When I went back to the bedroom to tell Marshall, I started crying like a baby. He held me close for a few moments and then went outside to search the apartment complex to see if the person who had cut the chain had just left it somewhere. It was nowhere. When he came back he ran into our neighbor who said he had walked out to the gym around 7 PM and didn't see it. That meant it had been taken in broad daylight between 6 and 7:30 PM. I couldn't believe this had happened and I know it probably sounds silly that I was so sad. It's just a bike. Maybe so, but there was a special place in my heart for my powder-blue Giant bike.
The super nerdy and super cute picture from the day I bought my bike.
August 2008
Springfield, Missouri
It was my main form of getting around during my four years of college even though I bought a car after my first year.
It was on this bike that I got to know the college town I lived it, then Fairbanks, and now Lawrence.
It was a trusty bike, only getting ONE flat tire in the seven years we were together.
I had my first crash on that bike, one that brings memories of overcoming my fears.
Marshall and I rode many places on our bikes together, creating memories of riding in the scorching heat, to the farmer's market, or all around town--just because we could.
Eklutna Lake Bike Ride
June 2014
Alaska
When I thought of not having a bike, I couldn't wrap my head around it. My bike was how I ran my errands. It may sound crazy, but I often prefer my bike to a car.
Tender Mercies:
- Oh how I am grateful Marshall was home to take care of the logistics: calling the apartment complex, the police department, and the insurance company.
- We were able to get $93 from our insurance company, and while that isn't a lot, it still is 1/3rd of the value and it sure is better than $0!
- I have a million happy memories on my bike that no one can take away from me.
- I get to buy a fresh new bike for new memories!!
I think it is important to find the tender mercies (a.k.a blessings) when dumb things happen. Gah, I am so sad but I am so happy for the many blessings that have come because of this.
Have a super day, and I challenge you to seek out *one* good thing that happened today and tell someone about it.
Love ya! :)
May 2014
Alaska
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