My Bike is Gone!

Oh Dear, my bike is gone!

In mid May, I made my way to the dentist for an appointment. I had locked up my beautiful and new Giant bike around the car park gate, confident I had securely locked it up. When I came back out, it was GONE! I was in a state of shock and called up the police. I even walked around the village hoping to see someone on my bike or see it in someone's front garden. No such luck. I was distraught and felt less in control. I had put my bike and frame number on immobilise and hope the police would find it, even in another town and return it. I swore to not let a petty thief scare me into stop cycling, so I went out and got myself another bike. This time, three locks!

Written by Tammy Liu