Almost gone baby gone

Today I handed up my final uni assignment. Ah, relief. But I know that this time next week I will be bored, so I am looking for something else to do instead. The end of assignments means the end of leaving my bike out the front of the Napier building at the uni too - a good thing because apparently it's a high crime area. Well, everyone who rides a bike expects it to be coveted by some low life at some stage, I am just glad that they didn't manage to walk away with my bike. They had a good attempt though, used bolt cutters or something to try and get through the bike chain. Luckily for me, even cheap bike locks are surprisingly resistant and they were not able to take my lovely Orbea. I thought something was amiss when I came downstairs and my bike was facing a different direction to what I had tied it up in. When I tried to unlock it I saw all the marks on the plastic coated chain. They had mangled the lock so much that I couldn't turn it. I was off to the uni campus security office to get help when I spotted a security dude walking down the stairs towards Napier. When I told him that "someone had attempted to steal my bike." He was all, "Who, where? Let's get em!!" And looked extremely excited indeed and equally disappointed when I told him that this had happened possibly hours ago. He helped me unlock the bike and even offered to escort me off the campus! I said I was fine since it seemed they were more after the bike than me... I thanked him and he replied, "Oh no, it's a pleasure to be of service." I got the feeling that this was the most exciting thing that had happened to him at work for a long long time.

My torch-bearing saviour left and I sorted my panniers out on the racks, went to take off and then realised that the back tyre was locked up. Upon closer inspection it seemed that some damage had been inflicted upon my bike, the gear shifter railing thingo had been twisted against the back tyre thus preventing movement. :( I couldn't budge it back at all so I had to call my bro to pick me and the bike up in his car. The bike just squeezed in, but I had no chance of fitting in there too so I caught the tram home. BONUS, I did get a free tram ride though! The ticket dude never gets down to my end of the tram before my stop. So now I have a broken bike, therefore no transport. A very annoying situation. Without my bike I am very much housebound. My very lovely friend has pulled a bike out of his shed for me to use in the meantime, but for now that is still at his place and I have places to be!

To the shitstabbers who broke my bike I say this; if you can't even steal a bicycle successfully then you truly are talentless and lazy and perhaps it's time to consider suicide, although given your attempt at thievery even this may prove too difficult for you.