She was thrilled to have had an extensive make-over this past Spring that would expand her gearing and make hill and mountain climbing less of an ordeal.
And then the unthinkable happened. She was abducted from my garage the middle of August. I assume culpability for not having padlocked her to an im-movable object in the garage. And, quite probably our garage door was left opened too long that day in August.
Oh, I did all the right things: notifying the insurance company, filing a police report with the TPD, filing a stolen bike on Tucson Velo, filing her loss on Stolen Bikes, and Craig's List. For days after she left I would go to the garage and expect to see her orangeness. When I would open the garage I would expect to see her sitting on the berm next to the morning newspaper having come home from her night time wanderings with the coyotes. Neither ever happened.
Three weeks later I received an email through Craig's List from a guy who said he thought he might have my bike. I asked him to send me a pix, and Voila:
There were several emails with the Craig's List guy and even more convo's with various ranking officers of the TPD. The Craig's List guy agreed to meet me in a shopping center parking lot with the bike. He wanted $300 more than my $200 reward offer. The detective had agreed to be "my husband" and meet the Craig's List guy with me in the parking lot. And, upon the detective's advice, there would be no exchange of money.
The appointed hour came and went, no Craig's List guy, no Tilda.
The detective subsequently went to the Craig's List guy's house and was surprised to find the house staked out with U.S. Marshalls. Apparently Tilda's abductor was also suspected of harboring fugitives. The detective returned a week later to find the house abandoned.
What I made up in my mind was that Tilda had been abducted to Mexico. No evidence to support my suspicion, but....
Tilda was declared a closed case and a lost-for-good bike; USAA was glad to write us a reimbursement check.
October 2nd Kirk and I drove to Tempe, AZ to PortaPedal Bike, a wonderful shop that deals exclusively in folding and commuting bikes. It was at PortaPedal that Tilda had had her make-over just 4 months before her abduction.
NWT'n (pronounced Newton) would be my new ride. He is a Bike Friday New World Tourist, hence the NWT part of his name.
I wanted to ride him home from Picacho Peak, but the I-10 frontage road, my route, was under construction. So, Kirk dropped me off in Marana and I rode him home the last 26 miles.
Two days later I packed him in his Samsonite-airline compatible suitcase and he went to Chicago with me for miles along the Lake Front Path, the new Kinzie Greenway, and the hills of Barrington.
|Ready for TSA|
|Lake Front Path|
It seems a travesty to say, but it's true: NWT'n is way more fun to ride than Tilda; he's more eager to fit in his suitcase without a hassle than Tilda; and we're a better fit.
Riding him is such a pleasure I took him on a flat century ride to Eloy last week. Other than plugging his tread with freshly laid tar, he was a charmer. As for me, well, I did ok given that I have recumbent legs, not upright legs, and I was less than a week away from having ridden the Cochise 165, so tired were my legs, very tired.
But, my Eloy Century was such a success I'm seriously thinking about taking him to Alaska in July 2013 to ride a 200k brevet. Packing NWT'n can be done in 30 minutes blindfolded. Packing TiBee, my Ti Aero, in a snowboard box after having stripped off all her components is a project of countless hours, if it all goes well.
The learnings of this whole experience for me are:
- U-bolt my bikes in the garage
- Re-double our conscientiousness in closing the garage door
- Trust the process--I have only good words and gratitude for the TPD (I owe them a letter of thanks and appreciation)
- Register all your bikes with your local police department
- Know the serial number of all your bikes
- Don't attempt a Sting operation without the support and guidance of your local police department
- Your replacement bike just may be even a better fit than your lost one