Went down into our basement today and discovered that my bike is no longer in my possesion. Someone has liberated me of my the Trek 7000 I used to ride with glee through the streets of Boston. From the looks of it, they also took Taus's guitar case (sans guitar, which was safely tucked away in our apartment).
Near as we can figure, the thief visited sometime in the last 2 weeks. I am upset to be without my bike and I feel that seed of insecurity toward my surroundings has been planted. I'd like the bike back, but I will gladly settle for knowing that I won't feel I have to be on guard against any further burglary.
I did the requisite filing of a police report. The cop who visited barely seemed interested. I guess this kind of thing happens too often for people to really care about. It is always different when it happens to you. I also notified my neighbors and learned that things have a tendancy to wander out of our basement. Pissah.
The lesson: Always lock your bike!