To the two guys who stole my bike

Friday, July 24, 2009


Written by Myra Leyden

To the two guys who stole my bike,


Please take care of my old, rusty red Schwinn bicycle. It has served me well since 1992.

That front basket has carried thousands of groceries over the years, along with construction supplies, toys, books, school stuff and clothes. When my daughter was little, that bike pulled her Wike trailer along trails, streets and through towns. She has wonderful memories of her Wiking and used to pile it full of toys, dolls and books to keep her company as we went from place to place.

I hope you get to form some lovely memories with my bike too. When I returned to university full-time last year, we sold our car and my bike is transportation as long as I can ride it, rain, snow, or wind, so enjoy the freedom it gives you to get around. I hope you enjoy the comfy seat and the smooth ride as much as I have. As I have rheumatoid arthritis, my bike has given me an easy way of getting places without too much strain on my old body (I'm 51). Watch out for the rear fender spoke, though, it has caught my leg and torn the skin a couple of times—as recently as last week and I am still covering up the gash with a bandaid waiting for it to heal.

Like many students, I live in poverty—which means so does my daughter (she's 14). It also means I can't afford to replace my beloved bike. I realise you were tired of walking home after a night at the bar and even though I heard you laughing and talking together, I never thought it was because of my bike. I guess the joke was on me.


So please enjoy my bike and if you decide to give it to someone else, please give them this message. 





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  1. Posted by: Rob on Jul 26, 2009 @ 2:44pm

    Myra, it is quite sad that someone stole your bicycle. I understand the memories and attachment that comes from years of love and care of your beloved bicycle.

    It is all to common these days that people feel it is acceptable to steal something they don't even need. I would not be as concerned if it was a loaf of bread or something they needed to survive. But to steal your bicycle to be nothing more than thieves, that is quite unfortunate.

    I hope they find your letter a good read, and understand what they have done.

  2. Posted by: myra on Jul 27, 2009 @ 4:33am

    thank you for your kind words, Rob.

    my old bike is worthless to others but priceless to me.

    again, thank you,

  3. Posted by: ack on Jul 29, 2009 @ 12:49pm

    Once in Guelph I watched a guy steal a bike (cut the lock n all) with a baby carriage attached. I was going to say something to him but I decided that if he was enough of a d-bag to steal a baby carriage he was likely enough of a d-bag to shank me for calling him on stealing a baby carriage.

  4. Posted by: myra on Jul 29, 2009 @ 6:35pm

    well, ack, there's something to be said for when the mafia used to live in town.

    you're wise to have let him go.

    two guys were arrested around the corner from my place later that day stealing wheels off locked bikes in the family housing complex, mid-afternoon, broad daylight. wheels similar to those found on my bike.

    unlike tv cops, the police here can't get search warrants to go through the residence of the two guys who were arrested--my bike is probably there though.

    I suppose we're in a 'I'm going get mine, screw everyone else' society and I'm not sure I like it.

    thanks for sharing,

  5. Posted by: Tom on Aug 8, 2009 @ 1:28pm


    As difficult as it can be sometimes, take solace in knowing that, truly, good things happen to good people and those guys that took your bike are not living a rewarding, fulfilling life.


  6. Posted by: mel on Sep 29, 2009 @ 6:11am

    a happy ending:
    sometimes the good guys do win! I found my bike, locked up at the university library bike racks...a call to the police, a short 'stake out' and my Schwinn and I were reunited.
    many thanks to everyone who emailed their support and kept vigilant eyes out for my bike. your kindness was deeply appreciated.


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