I had a really bad night last night...I wandered out to say hello to my handcycle, and it was gone! Stolen, right out of the bike cage. See, handcycles aren't like normal bikes, you can't just go buy a $50 fun, "disposable" bike. This bad boy cost me $2000, I used the insurance money from my car accident to pay for it. After filing the police report, I called Ross, and finally broke down and lost it. I believe the phrase "I'm in a wheelchair, my life is hard enough!!" was used. Obviously thieves don't care. I think tomorrow I'm going to be going around town putting up fliers. I doubt I'll ever get it back, but hopefully I can prevent whomever has it from using or selling it.

I feel so violated. I'm actually more angry about this than I was when the scary zombie came after Ross & I.

I'll try for a fun post soon, I promise.