Fortunately, I didn't post it here. But last fall I told a number of people that my bicycle got stolen. It turns out that it wasn't stolen, just lost.
Here is the scenario. I go out to the garage and my bike isn't there. I can't remember the last time that I rode it, so I assume that I rode it and didn't put it away and someone removed it from my back yard.
No big deal, bikes get stolen out of back yards in our neighborhood. We hear about it on the neighborhood email list. I filed a police report.
After hearing about the lost bike, my brother-in-law provided great advice for a replacement bike. Then a friend and neighbor gave me a replacement bike.
So judge my embarrassment on a scale of 1-10 (for anything lower than a 10 you haven't been reading this) when I popped the trunk on our extraneous car and discovered my bike sitting there.
I last rode the bike to pick up the car, put the bike in the trunk and forgot about it. Two months later when I went to ride again, the bike wasn't in the garage. I assumed the worst. Four months later, the bike is still sitting in the trunk and I am feeling extra stupid.
So this is life at 45.
8:57:30 PM 
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