I have an old-fashioned bike that I use to scoot around Buffalo. It is old and heavy, but I look kind of cute on it, and it gets me where I need to go. Because I don't have a garage, I have to lock my bike up behind my building, which I don't mind except for when I get home at night. There is something about the back of my building that freaks me out. It's all locked up, and I'm sure it's safe, but still, I get the creepers when I am in the backyard in the dark. Remember when you were a little kid and you didn't like going in the basement? It's like that back there. So, when I when I come home in the dark on my bike, I usually lock it up at a nearby business with a bike rack, and transfer it to the backyard the next day.
But sometimes I forget.
Sometimes, I leave my poor little bike locked up on a busy street for days at a time. I just got home from a week long trip to Minnesota, and my bike was parked on the street the entire time, which is pushing it, even for me. I pretty much deserve to have my bike stolen, which is why when I saw last night that it hadn't been stolen, I was quite pleased. The plan was to wait until this morning and transfer it to the backyard, where it belongs.
Well, last night I was in my car, looking for a parking space, and I saw two kids trying to steal my bike. I happened to drive by at the exact moment they had the pruner/bike lock clipper thingy out! With a burst of uncharacteristic bravery, I slammed on the brakes, opened my car window and yelled, "That's my bike!" at the thugs. Oh, they tried to intimidate me, but I was not scared (I was on a busy street in full view of several people). I whipped out my cell phone and threatened to call the cops if they didn't step away from my bike right this instant. They had no choice but to flee in the face of my unstoppable fury! It was awesome. I saved my bike and I realized that I am a HERO!
You can call me, "Kate, Awesome Defender of Bikes", from now on.