Something that sucks

Chico's & my Raleigh bicycles were stolen from our garage late Saturday night or early Sunday morning. We'd only had them for about 10 months and took excellent care of them. The rat bastards were "kind" enough to leave the Young Sir's bike behind; whoever stole ours must have known that Raleigh bikes are more expensive than Trek bikes. We invested in quality bikes, thinking we'd have them for a really long time.

Chico filed a police report while I called our homeowner's insurance agency. We can file a claim, but after our deductible & the 3-year loss of our "claim free credit" the cost would be higher than what we'd receive from the claim.

So. If we want to replace our bikes, we'll have to do it at our own expense.

I'm so angry at the person or people who stole them. You know, we do the right thing and don't bother people, we save our money so we can buy things for us to enjoy, we do what we're "supposed" to do, and some asshat comes along and steals what we earned & enjoy as if the asshat were somehow entitled to do so.

The asshat has deprived us of the enjoyment we got from riding our bikes. Deprived me of the fun of riding down a hill after the work of riding up the hill.

I don't want to hear any nonsense about how our bikes were just material things, and I shouldn't be attached, and maybe some "poor soul" stole the bikes so s/he can ride back & forth to work. Screw that.

They were our bikes. We worked for them. We bought them. They were ours. No one else's. Unless the universe drops some kind of gift into our laps, we can't replace them.

I curse whoever stole them. I hope whoever stole them gets violently, vomitingly, disgustingly ill every time they hear one of their top 20 favorite songs, for the next 850 months.