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What the fuck is up with life sometimes? Seriously. Everything is good; the weather is great; uni, work, sport, etc are going well. On one day, life hands you good news: Hey Martin, we're going to give you a pay rise at work, backdate it to February, and – you know what, we might even bump it up again after your next contract renewal. Sweet, right? Yeah. Then, the next day, life is all – boom! Your bike's gone. That's right, motherfucker: no more bike. From in front of your building, in broad daylight, somebody nicked off with your ride. How do you like them apples, bitch?
Seriously, life, what the fuck? Karma is supposed to be "the good shit balances out the bad", not "Nice stuff today means getting kicked in the balls tomorrow." And this was literally from one day to the next: Yesterday, pay rise; today, between 5-7pm, bike theft.
Now, I'm partly to blame – but only partly: I was only planning on being at home for a few minutes, so I didn't lock the bike up, just shoved it amidst the others. Security through obscurity is a rubbish concept, but for 10 minutes I figure you can risk it. And I didn't really think I was in a high risk area, or time of day. Well, the 10 minutes turned into two hours, but I'm still fucking pissed off. See, this wasn't some drunkard wandering home thinking, "Man, I'm so wasted – hey look, there's an unlocked bike, I'll ride home on that." No, there was intent here. Some fucker deliberated left the footpath and walked past the bikes with the purpose of looking for an unlocked one. Or, a no less pleasant thought, they came out of my building, walked to their own bike, and committed a crime of opportunity. Cunts.
So, the chances of getting it back are virtually zero. This is Heidelberg: there're probably degrees in bicycle-theft being offered here. They'll take it apart, file the tracking number off the frame, and that'll be the end of it. ROYALLY pissed off. For a bike of that quality I can spend my backdated pay rise and then another 100€ on top, probably. Well, unless I have the luck of stumbling into the shop that's selling my second hand bike... though, if I do, I'd probably beat the crap out of the cocksucker who stole it. Very, very worked up right now.
What the fuck is up with life sometimes? Seriously. Everything is good; the weather is great; uni, work, sport, etc are going well. On one day, life hands you good news: Hey Martin, we're going to give you a pay rise at work, backdate it to February, and – you know what, we might even bump it up again after your next contract renewal. Sweet, right? Yeah. Then, the next day, life is all – boom! Your bike's gone. That's right, motherfucker: no more bike. From in front of your building, in broad daylight, somebody nicked off with your ride. How do you like them apples, bitch?
Seriously, life, what the fuck? Karma is supposed to be "the good shit balances out the bad", not "Nice stuff today means getting kicked in the balls tomorrow." And this was literally from one day to the next: Yesterday, pay rise; today, between 5-7pm, bike theft.
Now, I'm partly to blame – but only partly: I was only planning on being at home for a few minutes, so I didn't lock the bike up, just shoved it amidst the others. Security through obscurity is a rubbish concept, but for 10 minutes I figure you can risk it. And I didn't really think I was in a high risk area, or time of day. Well, the 10 minutes turned into two hours, but I'm still fucking pissed off. See, this wasn't some drunkard wandering home thinking, "Man, I'm so wasted – hey look, there's an unlocked bike, I'll ride home on that." No, there was intent here. Some fucker deliberated left the footpath and walked past the bikes with the purpose of looking for an unlocked one. Or, a no less pleasant thought, they came out of my building, walked to their own bike, and committed a crime of opportunity. Cunts.
So, the chances of getting it back are virtually zero. This is Heidelberg: there're probably degrees in bicycle-theft being offered here. They'll take it apart, file the tracking number off the frame, and that'll be the end of it. ROYALLY pissed off. For a bike of that quality I can spend my backdated pay rise and then another 100€ on top, probably. Well, unless I have the luck of stumbling into the shop that's selling my second hand bike... though, if I do, I'd probably beat the crap out of the cocksucker who stole it. Very, very worked up right now.
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