Last night i went to visit a good friend in the cardiac ward at TGH. To compensate my boy for his patience while we took our time visiting, I took out him to dim sum on McCaul street (I do not recommend that place - the food was atrocious).
We locked our bikes together to a pole. By the time we came to get them, they were gone.
Today I came back to get another visit at the hospital, and while searching for a parking spot I saw a man with my bike. I stopped the car in the middle of the street and chased him, to no avail. He got away. But - I knew he came out of the homeless shelter across the street.
I went to talk to the management there. I found the stash of stolen bikes around the corner and there were my boy's bikes. I took them home.
But even after hours and hours of combing the nooks and crannies of the neighbourhood I couldn't find my own.
I loved them, my old scratched blue Marlins.
Tomorrow I shall look again. Maybe I'll get lucky.
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