Editing Motorcycle Theft (section)

== What Next ==

When I came out the next day I couldn't believe my eyes. There was a clear blank empty spot where my bike should be. I walked up and down and looked around hoping that someone had only knocked it over, and then tried replaying the last night's events over again to see if I'd perhaps parked it elsewhere, but no: there was no bike and there was no denying that's where I parked my bike. I was hopping mad. But also it was unlikely to have just happened.

I called the police, reported it, and resorted to my bicycle (which fit in my apartment) and Ubers for when I needed to go far. To make it worse, I was to fly to Hawai'i the next day with my friends Demi and Julie where we'd spend the next two weeks or so. That trip was fun, but tainted by the knowledge that some guy somewhere had figured out how to use my bike.

That day, any time I saw a black motorcycle I squinted to see if it was mine. It never was. And I would only find out why later.