Joleen is my mountain bike. I left her tied up to the bike rack at work when winter hit. I wasn’t sure we had room on the boat for her. One week lead to the next and before long several months had passed before I had even thought about her out there. I admit it, I was negligent.

I finally remembered to check on her while I was at work, and she was gone. I thought the building owner (eccentric older gentleman) may have had the lock cut & the bike hauled off. I went and asked the maintenance guy. He said he cut the lock “because he was afraid that someone would steal the bike.” Meanwhile my bike was stashed away in one of the utility rooms… too funny, because regardless on the intention – in essence – he cut a lock & stole a bike.