Thievery

Farewell sweet bike. I will fondly remember the 8 years we had together. Your name was "Specialized Rockhopper," and you were indeed special to me. You were a hybrid, able to navigate both pavement and mountain trails, although you weren't particularly efficient at either. No matter...I loved you just the same.

Our morning rides to work around Monterey Bay were challenging but exquisitely beautiful. We spent some quality time together in New Mexico. When we moved to the northwest together, you introduced me to Syncline and then went on to carry me around Post Canyon. One time you took me on a crazy adventure down Coyote. That was nuts.

Even though you were a western gal, I thought you would have a happy life in New York City! I was looking forward to you and I sharing rides through the park come springtime, and maybe even a trip upstate together in the summer.

Now someone has snatched you from me, like a thief in the night. Actually, it was a thief in the night. And if I find that person, I will push them off of you, kick them, and claim you once again.

Dear Specialized Rockhopper, I will miss you and I hope that your new life is at least as sweet as the one we had together. And I hope you give your new owner massive saddle sores.