tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22470509.post2363868603878870854..comments2008-07-31T09:07:21.089-08:00Amihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05612740302739047256noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22470509.post-24168711170870182892008-07-31T09:07:00.000-08:002008-07-31T09:07:00.000-08:00You are so nice, that is such a sweet thought. Funny about the lock! I think my current plan is to convince Chris to get a new bike and give me his. :DAmihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05612740302739047256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22470509.post-3327846100427771992008-07-31T08:34:00.000-08:002008-07-31T08:34:00.000-08:00Oh, this sucks. And no matter what it was that was stolen, it still feels so much like a violation. Oh, I really am sorry.<BR/><BR/>Oddly, I just inherited a free bike from my best friend's parents. The lock is there, in it's holster without a key. Nice.<BR/><BR/>I'd donate the bike to you if we weren't seven hours apart.artemisiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12048259618106957687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22470509.post-83330925838235742652008-07-31T05:32:00.000-08:002008-07-31T05:32:00.000-08:00Aww, thanks!Amihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05612740302739047256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22470509.post-7196789056706323072008-07-31T05:22:00.000-08:002008-07-31T05:22:00.000-08:00This sucks! I'm sorry!Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15942269316108576622noreply@blogger.com