I was going to do a heart-warming post today about how I learned a new swimming stroke and have been good about icing, then invite your castigation for skipping my PT exercises last night & having a beer instead, and then skipped my morning run because it was DARK, but I have more important news.

My bike, my beloved Trixie, has been kidnapped.

We think it happened sometime this morning while the architect was driving me to work. Which means they were WATCHING us.

The bike was (unfortunately) living on my front porch, although she was chained to the porch itself. She had spent some time in the castle, and had spiders and ick in her. Although I was willing to ride her, I was not yet willing to bring her inside where she could spread her cooties to the other bikes. She was quarantined, due to my mild aversion to spiders.

Her lock was cut through & abandoned, and Trixie and the super expensive saddle have disappeared.

On the advice of my kick-ass neighbors, I am watching Craigslist like a hawk. And angry, angry hawk.

The worst part of all of this? Besides the anger-eating that led to TWO cookies? Neither the architect nor I can find any pictures of Trixie. I have pics of my road bike, but none of my beloved Trixie. How did that happen? Maybe she felt unloved and ran away! I never bought her special pedals, or took her to races, and I did leave her in the castle for almost two years.

So sad.

Here is a picture of a close personal relative of Trixie’s – the 2005 Trek 3700. (found the pic on a stolen bike site – awesome, right?)

Again, at the suggestion of my kick-ass neighbors, I may need this shirt.


  1. ugh, that’s awful! you’re right, you do feel so violated when something like that happens. some people are just so crappy. let’s hope the tires explode and that the thief gets the worst case of crotch rash ever AND that the spiders get some bites in.

  2. I hate the crack head who stole your bike! I hate him so hard that I just ate a trans fat infested chips a hoy in your honor.

    Time to bust out the chinese stars and set up the archers in the castle and get a pit bull named Tito with locking jaws! (I am sure one of my 47 Hispanic relatives has one of those laying around that they can give you for free!)

  3. Jen

    Confirming that everyone in Portland has had a bike stolen at some point! Including me (when I first moved here). 🙁 Lame.

    Awesome about the new swim stroke though!

  4. Aw, I’m sorry! That’s the worst, most yucky feeling. Good luck finding it…but at least you have a good excuse to go bike shopping? (That’s what I told myself when my laptop computer – with the only copy of my book’s manuscript on it – was stolen while I was living in London.)

    1. ACK! The manuscript story is scary! (not your actual story, probably)

      I was planning on a new bike anyway, to replace my rickety road bike (why couldn’t they have stolen THAT one?) so now I guess I really need one. At least I’ve been saving up some money for the purchase already.

  5. Alisa

    Sorry about the bike—so LAME!!! Right off your front porch, really?

    You did great on Monday though! By the end of lessons, I think I can teach you all 4 strokes.

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