That's Not Your Bike!

When I was but a wee lass I had a bike. This bike was quite possible the best bike in the world. It was a schwinn, it was lavendar, it had a banana seat and upright handle bars and that seat had flowers on it.

One night, that bike was stolen. Along with my neighbor's bike. We were devestated. A child's bike being stolen is just as bad as an adult car theft. My bike. My beautiful lavender girly mode of transportation...a unicorn one day, a pegasus the next was being sullied by some criminal.
Not having a bike meant many things...no riding to the pool. No riding to friends's houses. Basically, a shit load of walking, which I'm sorry. at that age just wasn't cool.

It came to pass that my bike was found. A neighbor found both bikes stashed in her backyard. I can't even communicate the elation I felt. Until one of my mom's boyfriends fucked it up with his car.

Anyway.

My point.

This morning at the bus stop, I witnessed a young man riding a bike that was CLEARLY too small for him. I thought, "Is this some weird trend?" as I'd seen this phenomenon on numerous occasions. And then it hit me. That bike was probably stolen!
All those! bikes were. And now, children...someplace are mourning the loss of their symbol of freedom...their race cars, their space ships, THEIR unicorns and pegasuses..es.

Broke my damn heart.

So... listen up thieves! I'm on to you!
You're not fooling anyone with your little bike...and by little bike I mean some poor child's broken spirit. And dreams.
How can you sleep at night?