Third Times a Charm...Or Perhaps a Curse
Some time in the last couple of years, I was staying at yet another hotel and my very expensive road bike which was locked with a cable on a bike rack was stolen. There was video surveillance but you couldn't make out the license plate or what the thieves looked like, so it wasn't of much use.
Another time I was at a hotel and the burglars stole the entire rack with two bikes on it.
Just a few days ago I was parked in front of a friend of friend who I was going to help move.
I had purchased a rack that locked to the frame of the truck, the two bikes had a U-Bolt locking them together that was attached to a cable that went to the frame of the truck. They apparently cut the cable and then lifted the two bikes in unison and hoisted them into a truck where they deal with the heftier lock at a job with either a grinder or welding torch.
That's my theory at least.
Maybe Fate is Looking Out For Me
My brother was a semiprofessional bicyclist before running into an oncoming car when training in Topanga Canyon. He was airlifted out and has never ridden since then. After the initial emergency room visit he never took care of his ankle; in part because of my mother's Christian Science influence but more because he didn't have health insurance.
Another good friend was mountain biking in Mammoth Lakes, took a turn too quickly and ended up slamming into a tree, cracking a couple of ribs which took him out of action for a couple of months, which given my current state of affairs, would be disastrous.
Anyway You Slice It
I am now left with an off-road unicycle, which I haven't had a lot of practice on and besides being a fun novelty, especially at Burning Man is not a viable option of getting around or getting a cardio workout.
I'll probably pick up a cheap cruiser just before I head out to that pilgrimage in the desert, but I won't be investing in any sort of fancy road-bikes or mountain bikes until I have a living situation where I can bring them in at night.
It's a rather sad state of affairs, but I hopefully have finally learned from my mistakes.
Jon Danniells is an adventurer and traveler, a teacher and student, a husband and a father, a cook and a farmer, a "week-end warrior" (very amateur athlete) and has not earned any money on these labors of love.When I googled myself what showed up first was my IMDB listing, which is basically a resume for my 20 and then some year career in film, for which I fortunately do get paid.