Bastard burglars

I leave bicycles out in the garden pretty frequently. Usually they are kept in the shed, but often I park them by the gate to the garden, hidden from view, inaccessible because of the enclosed triangle of houses that we back onto, and the high, locked solid gate giving access to our garden.

My bikes are all pretty manky; not worth much at all. They're old semi-wrecks, moderately well maintained, that let me have a fun time whilst riding. I've been leaving bikes out in the garden for years.

Then, two nights ago, Rio's boyfriend left his out there, as it was too filthy from riding through mud, to be brought indoors. And it was stolen. By bastards.

BASTARDS.

He was fond of his bike, which was only two weeks old. He'd chosen the components and the frame, then built it himself. It was expensive, with nothing but the best. He's a dedicated, keen biker, and this was just what he wanted. And being low paid, it had cost him nearly a month's salary.

BASTARDS.

The thieves must have either seen him wheeling it behind the door, or seen it from houses backing onto our garden, so they are local. The thieves came equipped to steal; they tried to prise the lock off the gate, and cut the wires and ties holding the high wire mesh over the gate. They had to lift the bike more than two metres off the ground, climbing both ways over the fence, and taking the bike with them. I guess we'll never see it again.

Jason's upset, Rio's upset, I'm angry.

BASTARDS !!