I first met bike more than two and a half years ago when I moved in with Doris.



We had a bond like no other human/machine. Sparks flew when my backside touched his seat. Together, we saw some amazing things.



But earlier this week when I began my important duty as cart attendant at the ultra-glitzy, impossibly red mega-super store that is Target, some heartless brute absconded with my beloved mechanical friend. I felt like I lost a close friend.

Hopefully, wherever he is, bike is having fun.