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Wednesday, August 18, 2010


J is the first boyfriend I have ever shared a common 'sporting' activity with, and that is bicycling. We went as far to buy two similar aluminium frame bikes, 18-speed with suspension, from one of our two local Ubi bicycle shops.

We were quite enthusiastic about our biking but as laziness stepped in we slackened a bit, and things were getting rusty and dusty on the bike front.

In any case, our waning interest can no longer be revived because our bicycles have been stolen from right outside our door. We live in a walk-up apartment; our bicycles can't fit in the house and are chained locked together - spokes, frames and all - outside our door. The perpetrators must have been at least two people to carry off bikes and chain locks down three flights of stairs.