An interesting first post

Posted by Lindsayanng

Well, I wanted to start off my blog with some insight into who I am, what I do, and why I do it. Unfortunately life had a different plan. I had the most ridiculous day that I just had to blog about it. I could not possibly have put it on the back burner!

The story goes like this:

My husband and I have been married for 2 years with no plans of kids. Instead, we hang out with the neighbor hood kids. They love my husband because he is a good BMX rider and has been featured in magazines and they all wish they were famous BMXers. My husband and I both have our own BMX bikes; mine is a “beginner” bike but it is a really nice one. We have been letting the neighborhood kids borrow it during the day because they all think it is “soo cool”

me with my bike

I am always nervous the kids will leave it somewhere and it will get stolen and then I would just have to get mad at them. Well, the complete opposite happened to me last night!

It was really windy and rainy outside, and just bitter cold. I have 3 cats that love to go outside and 2 of them just needed to go out there, even though it was horrible weather. Since I knew they would probably want to come back in almost instantly after being outside, I opened the garage door. This way they could get inside out of the elements while waiting for me to come and open the door.

So here we are with the garage door open, its freezing pouring rain, and we are just spending the whole day inside. At around 9:30 pm, we decided to go and close the garage door and get all of the cats in. The garage is directly under my living room and attached to my house, it is also very well light so I am amazed that anyone had the nerve to go in there. My husband goes into the garage and realized that my bike was missing! Not his bike, not the one that is worth about $500 (at least) more than my bike, not the liquor that is sitting in there that any teenager would have loved to get his hands on. Nope, just my bike.

So of coarse I am thinking about all of the kids that I loaned the bike to, but those kids are generally good kids. I instantly figured that if it wasn’t one of the kids we allow to borrow the bike, it had to be a kid that knows them. It had to be some kid (or teen) that lived in the area and was jealous of the bike and knew where we kept it. So last night my husband got on his bike and rode around the neighborhood just looking out for some kids to ask them if them had seen anyone. He found an old huffy mountain bike dumped in the woods, so we figured that it belonged to the kid who stole out bike. We took it into the garage to show to the kids and see if they knew who’s bike it was.

The next day matt took another ride around the neighborhood to see if there were any kids out to talk to. No one was around. We tried to forget about the bike and took a trip to the dog park with Cappy, and then I wanted to go and buy some pumpkins.

On our way home, we were driving down the main road that connects the center of town with the beach. Its a fairly busy road at 5pm, but its only 2 lanes, so it’s not like a highway or anything like that. We were just coming up to the light that is about 2 blocks away from our street and we saw a kid on a bike. When we got close – IT WAS MY BIKE! Matt, who was driving, cut directly in front of him and cut him off.

I will never forget the look on that kid’s face. He was shocked, and then he turned and started riding in the opposite direction. My husband took a REALLY sharp U-turn and followed him into a parking lot, then out of a parking lot and down a side street. We were really lucky that there were not many cars around. The pumpkins were rumbling around in truck and our adrenaline was pumping. Cappy (our dog) was in the back getting all riled up. I could tell that he was feeding off of our intensity. The kid started riding through people’s back yards and that was when matt yelled “I’m getting out, get in the drivers seat and go leave me if you have to chase him!”

Matt leaped out of the car and ran towards the kid on the bike. The kid was pedaling through a person’s back yard and through their garden. The fence around the garden was made of barbed wire and string and it looked like it was very hard to get through. Matt was right behind him closing in and you could tell that the kid was running for his life.  He hit a fence and did not know what to do. He left the bike behind (yay!) and jumped over the fence. Matt kept chasing him to put the fear of god into him. The kid got into the woods, tumbled down a pile of wood and kept on running. Matt was yelling at him, but unable (or unwilling) to chase him any further.

Meanwhile, I was in the car watching all this completely unsure as to what to do, and at this point Cappy was barking. When i saw the bike on the ground, I got out of the car and grabbed the bike and brought it back to the car. I was so tweaked out that I almost forgot to put the car in park! We both walked back to the car and noticed that we had created quick a ruckus. Neighbors were standing on their porches trying to figure out what in the world was going on.

Matt got on the bike and rode around a little more to see if he could find him. I’m not sure what he would have done had he found him, probably just grab him by the collar of his shirt and yell some more. We circled the area twice and hopped in the car and drove home.

We were both so intense with adrenaline that there was nothing that we could do. We both had food in the car that was now inedible, and we had work waiting for us but we walked into the house so hopped up that the only thing we could do was talk about how awesome it was that we caught the little punk the day after he stole the darn bike! I feel like I want to find out where this kid lives and tell his parents, but I know that would be a waste of energy. Chances are, the parents will end up not caring and blaming us for some scratch he got while running away.

So I guess its time to just pat ourselves on the back for getting back my bike. I just hope that the cops don’t show up because a neighbor wrote down our license plate because they thought we were mugging the kid for his bike. God I hope that doesn’t happen!

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