alas poor giant-rock i knew him well

this happened saturday night but i haven't mentioned it yet. i was too angry and i didn't want to tell anyone because then i'd have to answer the same questions over and over. "where did you leave it?" Now, that just isn't helpful. I'm not going to just remember it was somewhere other than where I thought it was. "was it locked?" Yes it was locked. It was a public place. There were increased amounts of gardai about that night due to the rugby match. I didn't leave it untethered on a pedestal in the midst of a loada dodgy flats. It's gone. My beautiful non-rattly not really worth that much bouncy suspension bike. 7 weeks I had it. That must be some kind of record.

So I'm back on the old 2nd hand falcon explorer. Jesus Mary and Saint Joseph it's like cycling a kitchen chair it's so hard and unforgiving. I'm going to go to the viewing of the garda bike auction but if that turns up nothing, do I buy the same new bike again, and 2 locks and resign myself to the fact that bikes get stolen in dublin? Grr. Right now I'm staring out every little scummer, and some old people too, on a bike that might not be their own.

Now, i'm going to go and reverse the car around the car park. Lets hope my vehicle karma has improved.