Any Bicycling HEARTBREAK Stories, EZ?
Dear EZ Biker, from reading your blog and your posts at bikejournal.com, you seem to have been in bicycling for many years! I'm wondering, if you have any Bike related HEARTBREAK Stories? Signed Audrey
Audrey, Thank You for your email and very good question! In all my years of cycling I have had only 2 bikes stolen from me, by some &^%$#@!(*. Back in 1965, I was passing by a local bike shop in Houston Texas, when I SAW HER! It was LOVE at first sight! So clean, lean HOT LOOKING, with a silver fender, white wall rear racing slick, with a macho shift bar (Not seen on this photo) and painted in a VERY NAUGHTY PURPLE color, THIS would be MY RIDE in the near future! It was used, but they were asking a WHOPPING $75.00 for it!!! (Which at my age then, was the equivalent to 1 MILLION Dollars!) So for that summer, I sat out did all kinds of yard cleaning, garage cleaning , vehicle washing jobs I could find. All I ate, slept and dreamed about, was my PURPLE Stingray PASSION! FINALLY the day arrived and I headed to the bike shop and there she was, still waiting for me! I plunked down Minutes, HOURS, weeks of drudgery work cash and in less than 5 minutes, my earning were gone, but I now was in possession of my first REAL LOVE crush, on this GODDESS of a bicycle! I wheeled her into my bedroom and my last glance was of her, before I dozed off. Upon awaking, there she was, waiting for me! I was now THE BAD HOOD cyclist! I cruised the streets and all my friends looked gawked at my HOT SENSATIONAL RIDE! Me and my Stingray Momma, we were BAD TO THE BONE! I was the envy at school and all my friends wanted to try my bike, to which only a few (Girls) were allowed to give my pride and joy a short ride. Hummm, that sounds a tad... WELL you know what I mean! ;-) For the next year I was the HOT TO TROT bicyclist, on my RACY Schwinn Purple Stingray Goddess! And then at about 3:30 PM Thursday June 30, 1966, my heart was forever BROKEN! I had just come home from summer school and stopped by my Fathers store and leaned my baby up against the brick wall, next to the front door of the store. I went in and told my Dad hello and within no more than a 1 1/2 minute later, I bounded back out the door and discovered.......... MY BABY WAS GONE! I FRANTICALLY searched all over, (Shaking) with tears in my eyes, while my Dad called the police, who came out and sorrowfully advised me, my bike would probably never be found. At that instant, the reality of the moment, began to sink in. My Pride & Joy (A whole summer of work and toil) was gone (In less than 1 1/2 minutes out of my sight) and I'd never see her again............. :-( Subsequently, to this day, (Monday June 30, 2008) I have always securely locked all my bicycles, if I'm to be out of sight of them or have asked fellow cyclists to watch them, until I get back.