Put yourself in my buddy Raynes shoes (he's a "HE" btw)...

"My bike was stolen last night.

This guy had some gall. the bike was mounted and locked to the roof rack of my truck and was parked inside the apparatus bay of my fire station. This poor soul waited until we left on a call then broke into the fire house and ripped the bike off of my rack.

When we pulled back into quarters at zero dark thirty I discoved my bike had dissapeared. I've been nauseous ever since.

the beautiful bike...a 2003 US postal trek 5900, full carbon, full dura ace, fully gone into the depth of bike he--.

Knowing the area I serve my bike will be thrust into a life of servitude being bartered for some crack, or possibly carrying 100 sacks of clothes for a 6' bag lady or towing a home made trailer full of an entire lifes worth of soda cans, no more racing, no more polish and lube. Fair the well my little carbon buddy, fair the well.

I've begun saving for a new ride. I guess I'll focus on my running."

Could you imagine?? Oh there is a new place in hell reserved just for that thug!