Bicycle Blues

I finished work late last night and headed home. When I got out of the El Cerrito BART station, I didn't see my bike at first among the others at the rack - momentary panic. Then I saw it - it had just fallen on the ground, but something seemed amiss...

Indeed it was - as I neared my beloved red bike, I noticed that the front wheel was separate from the rest of the frame and that the handlebars were all tangled up. Someone (with quite decent mechanical skills actually) had removed and taken my (relatively nice) front suspension fork and my (also relatively nice) headset. It's tough to ride a bike home without both components - happily, a fellow BART-passenger offered me a ride. It was the perfect touch to the end of a very nice Monday - still no functioning work email address and thousands of dollars (still) in arrears from travel expenses, with no sign of end. One bright note was a package full of cds and shoes (thanks Mark! - I'll burn them today).