Someone beat the shit out my bike last night. It had a Kryptonite U-lock so it wasn't really steal-able. But it was more than a fair target for someone with a lot of rage. the front tire is bent and the frame was kicked so hard into the lamp post that there is a deeply grooved dent. It may be damaged beyond repair. I don't really know. I'll have to find a way to get it to the shop. I can't ride it so I'm not sure how I'll get it there.
I'd spent the morning singing songs from "Man of La Mancha" to Willem and driving him crazy - a sense of playfulness and goofiness I haven't experienced for a long time. But discovering this on the street when we unlocked our bicycles to take advantage of the sunny weather with a turn around the city - took the wind out of my sails. I know this kind of violence isn't personal - that is, it isn't directed specifically at me - but it gives me a sense that there is often something ugly lurking under the surface of a civilized society. Also, I feel discouraged to lose my source of transportation and pleasure - and to have another expense to manage. Fuck.
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