Bicycle Sadness.

So... my bike lived a good (albeit short) life in Chicago.

I bought groceries on it. I got doored. I lovingly parked it under our porch roof. All around, it was a pretty ok-existence. It even recently went on a 70 mile ride in Starved Rock. See! I'm a good bike mommy!

...but Beautiful Bike was stolen Sunday. No more cross-country bicycle, or bicycle cross-country bicycle seat. Only an empty place and a broken lock. Sadness.