My sister and I have been training for a century, which is next weekend. So yesterday we left early and rode 85 miles to visit my parents. I was surprised and thrilled to realize that we could cycle there because it always seemed so impossibly far away. We climbed some hard hills that we've been scared of, we were on cloud nine at the end of the ride. We took the bus back home only to find that our mountain bikes, which we commute on, get groceries with and ride more than anything else had been stolen from our garage.

Someone broke in and took them, and walked through our back yard, right along our windows, out our front gate and off with them. They had to move our mower to get out the front gate, and they moved it (loud) clear across a big patio right under open windows. It seems like someone planned it and knew that we were gone, and also that there were probably two people since the 2 MTBs were taken but not the third bike. We have some dodgy neighbors across the street, I'm wondering if they were involved.
But mostly I'm just sad. I learned to really love riding and accomplished so much on that bike. And my sister did the same with hers.

Anne