A special room in Hell

Now I know that the title quote was referring to the resting place for un-baptized babies, not being baptized they would be precluded from heaven, but being basically sinless they did not really deserve hell so they would be afforded "a special room in hell".

Personally I have another special room, it is for bike thieves; and it should be uncomfy, perhaps with the thieves chained up to a rack while others try to break the locks around them.

My bike was stolen on Wednesday night. I was in my men’s knit night with my bike cabled to a tree outside. I have used the tree and that spot several times, but last Wednesday it was gone when I came out. I went through the stages quickly, especially the one where you wander around making sure that it was THIS tree to which it was chained. Then I went to the 20th precinct and made a report. They were nothing but professional and courteous to the point of calling me the next day to make sure I got my case number. Those guys were cool.

So, I was out a bike, in shock and upset. After some drinks and long thought I decided that perhaps I should replace my beloved Klein with something less flashy, and maybe even more suited for city life. I found a Cannonade Bad Boy NYC at my local bike shop, and after new pedals lights and a HUGE freakin’ lock (the Kryptonite NY Fugeddaboutit) I was back in business. I posted my loss on Craigs List, and asked my bike shop to be on the lookout for my old bike. Chances are it will come into a shop at some point and I hope to be able to talk to the thief, perhaps inform him of my displeasure with his actions. (Or her, I am not ruling out a band of bikini clad bike ninjas stealing bikes and riding away for pillow fights or something; just unlikely it seems what with the cost of quality fighting pillows)

So, re-biked in a more city friendly way I am about to go to Cape Cod for the weekend. I won’t be bringing my bike but I will be bringing my knitting.

Have a happy and safe Labor Day,

See you all in September.