There is nothing quite like the feeling of walking out to the bicycle parking area of the train station after a long day away from home, to find your bike has been stolen. First you think, 'surely I parked it here', while you walk up and down the entire row of bikes looking, then you know beyond doubt that your 2004 Batavus Old Dutch with customized gear addition, in beautiful red, the so called oma fiets is gone forever.
Never to return.
Then, you have to walk home.
It is insured, but of course that is not the point. The insurance won't cover the whole price... so I am not sure what I will replace it with. Probably a great bike, a lighter bike -a more practical bike- but I loved the grandma for the least practical reason-- just for the way it looked.
We went to the police station on Friday as a family outing. Mike filled out the forms while I watched James crawl about. They did offer therapy if I felt traumatized by the event. That was a nice touch. Mike assured them he was covering the therapy portion of the recovery.
4 comments:
Kat, that really sucks about your bike being stolen, plus the walk home had to be painful as well! I hope the police can turn something up.
I'm sorry about your bike. A bike becomes like a good friend - not so easy to replace.
I'm very sorry to hear about the theft of your bike. Having also had mine stolen here in the Netherlands, I know how you feel!
Not to douse any hope, but apparently, police solve only about 5% of cases involving bicycle theft. Not too encouraging...
That bites. They offer therapy at the police station? That's strange. And really ridiculous.
I say you get another grandma bike. That one was totally cool.
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