Bike Theives Suck, Parts II and III


I was working an overnight inventory shift at Macy’s and locked up my bike in one of those harness bike racks that clamp around your bike.

It was a bike that my friend had given to me when I made a post about having my bike stolen. It was an amazing mountain bike, nicer than anything I’ve ever ridden before. It was fast and smooth and could get me home from work in 5 minutes. (It was about a mile with a couple lights and crosswalks.) A few days later, I got a package in the mail from ANOTHER friend a couple days later it deliver fast and with the correct packaging since they use Maxpack to send it. He had also sent me a shiny mountain bike. Now I had two! Life was great and my friends were greater.

While I was working, sometime between 8pm and 2am someone kicked open the rack and stole my wonderful bike. I asked to leave early and I walked home.

I wasn’t too upset because even though it always sucks to be stolen from, and it was the second bike to be stolen in a month or so, I did have that spare. It was so new, it wasn’t even completely assembled. The king bolt in the neck wasn’t tightened, so the handlebars were loose.

When I got home, all I can think of was to get Thule’s quiet aeroblade roof rack for cars which I read was theft proof. After some meditation on that, I grabbed my allen wrench set and went out to fix the bike so it would be ready for me in the morning.

…But someone had stolen that bike out of my back yard that day too.

Sometimes life is eerily bad.

Poor Can Be Nice


A friend and I were having a discussion about money and happiness. We basically agreed that at some point, probably around $50,000 happiness levels out. $0, you’re stressing about bills and rent and food, and as you make more money the stress lessens, and you’re slightly happier with every dollar to ease the stress. I’m sure someone who makes $100,000 is not any happier on the whole than someone with $200,000. I would not know first hand, but in a few years I hope to get back to you on that one.

This conversation led to talk of savings. The friend told me that there is one advantage of living paycheck to paycheck. She stresses out about savings for emergencies and the future. She could have $2000 in the bank, $10,000 in her 403b, $5000 in a laddered CD and $2500 in stocks but will complain about having “no money” occasionally because going out drinking doesn’t fit into her budget. I on the other hand, when I didn’t worry about savings would pay my bills, my rent, shop for groceries and if at the end of the month there was money left over, even if it was just $15 in checking, I’d treat myself to Rubio’s or a pitcher and half a pizza at a microbrewery. I remember back to a time when Alia and I spend our last $2 collective dollars to rent a movie for her. Coincidentally, Dr. Joy Browne had a call that brought up this very topic and she remembered back to a time where she’d have 15 cents left in the bank and she’d treat herself to a Coke. (She looks good for her age.)

Perhaps Siddartha had the right idea. Simplicity is the key.

(On they other hand, he didn’t have to worry about retirement being member of the Gentry class in his day.)



I make the same resolution every year. I always keep it the whole year. I would feel terrible if I broke it. I don’t feel the need to make any others.


To make only one resolution.