You Almost Broke Me...
You think you just took my transportation. You took a lot more. A passageway, an entry to a new beginning. A Fresh Start, in a Fresh Place, in a New Chapter of a Champion Life. YOU TOOK part of ME, and almost broke all of me. Almost. BUT I Won’t LET YOU, you coward. Yes, you stole my gorgeous, perfectly fitted, Specialized~Allez last night. For this, You will be cursed. You will regret this. I’m sure if it were just you and i last night underneath my staircase, and Allez was locked up between us in the pale moon light, you’d not even think of it. Ya had to pull this passive aggressive shit and do your darkness right before dawn. Damn near DESTROYING : my entire day, MY Family’s Last Day here in Santa Monica, my NEW Chapter in Life Post 40.
They don’t even MAKE that bike anymore, you derelict, and it was sold to me at an extremely discounted price by a man that i admire; an instant Family Heirloom — fitted with as much sentimentality as proper placement. The first 2 blocks i rode her, i vowed to NEVER sell her. No Matter What. Not even if i needed the quick cash. WHY? WE FiT ToGETHER. The frame was unique. She was effortless. She weighed much less than my Heavy, Industrial BikeLock. And you HAD to take THAT TOO? For what? As a symbol? A Lesson? An added Middle Finger to me? You can’t crush this Champion, but you Almost Broke Me. ALLmost.
i will see you again, you degenerate prick. And it will be YOUR Darkest Day - ever. Sweet-Adventurous-Allez, ride easy, Love. I’m so sorry you're not between my legs anymore. We were just getting to know one another, You made me Come Alive. Don’t let this Bastard kill your spirit.
Until i see you again, i guess your next Lucky Owner needed you more...