I, too, am a member of the stolen bike club. In the spring it will be two years, and I still remember the awful, gut-wrenching feeling of looking where you thought you left your bike and it's no longer there. My heavy-duty cable was cut clean through allowing the thief to take my bike from the rack of the car, in broad daylight, on a busy street. Oh, I do feel your pain!

To this day, my hope is that someone is actually riding that bike, and it's not sitting around abandoned and sad. Or worse yet, dismantled into parts.

It's my firm belief that all things happen for a reason and often times something good comes from something bad. I've since gotten a bike that I love more than the stolen one (though like all first loves, it will never be forgotten). My wish for you is that your story will have a happy ending, too.

Unfortunately, my experience has made me an untrusting person. I'm so paranoid that I invested in a Kryptonite New York lock. And I'm still uncomfortable letting the bike get out of my sight. The Kryptonite web site has some great tips on locking bikes.

www.kryptonite.com

Best wishes on the search for a new bike. You are not alone, and you are allowed to grieve your loss!