How I feel…

…when I think about my poor stolen bike. It’s been almost 2 months, but I’ll never forget you, Rusty…

I feel ya, bro.

SOMEONE STOLE MY BIKE

…Well, that’s about all I have to say about that, actually. Except that the joke’s on them, because for weeks I’ve been procrastinating on getting the brakes fixed. That bike was called Rusty for a reason.