Last night, some terrible sort of person stole the bike i have had since i moved to jersey city. It was the crappiest cruiser that my little brother bought at a garage sale for $3.  My second week living downtown, some other terrible creep smashed my car window and stole the stereo that came with the car. I'm not really sure why they went the effort as it didn't work. Either way, I decided that I had no need for a car in Jersey City. I paid to have the window fixed, then approached my then 17 year old car-less brother Jon with a proposition. Bike for car. The best (or worst) trade commenced. He took my car and subsequently drove it into the ground, and i still had my brown cruiser four years later. I paid 2K for the car in 2001, Jon paid $3 for the bike in 2004...BUT, I look like a cool big sister.

I recently considered a new bike on the urging of James, but decided all i needed was a little TLC and some new tires.

One week after Jay so generously replaced my tires and brakes...some absolute jerk has made off with the best bike i ever had.

And Otis just slept, next to me, not even thinking of how sad his mom would be when she realized her bike had been burgled.

Buka would have barked if someone stole Jay's bike...which is still there....good job Bukis.