Thieves at my doorstep
My fairly junky mountain bike was stolen Aug. 3 or 4 when we were visiting the folks in Lincoln. I know I shouldn’t have left it sitting on the front porch. I sort of thought it was crappy enough of a bike that nobody would take it. I need to dig the backup bike out of the basement and see if it is roadworthy. I have yet to file a police report, too. I probably should.