You better hope I don't find you.

So I have a great day yesterday. I spend most of the day out in the sunshine, workin on the bike. All the fluids topped up, everything tightened, and washed and polished and waxed and shined till it looked new. Go to church, good there, Fr. Julian was on a roll. Then to Alisons for a coupel hours of just floating in the pool. All good, home to bed, ready for comin alive camp starting today. So I walk out of the house this morning and what do I see that almost makes me cry? My bike, lying on it's side in the street. You're probably thinking 'way to go Fox, you didn't put the kickstand down right'. I only wish. It was on the other side and the side stand was still locked in place. There is only one thing that coulda done that, and that's someone knocking it over. Now there is no sign of a collision, so I gotta assume vandals. Why would someone do that? Aside from all the money it's gonna cost me to fix (it needs three new parts) they've also shattered my peace of mind. Now unless I can get it into the backyard every night I'm gonna be totally paranoid of it happening again. I'm so angry about it. It totally ruined my morning. And now instead of spending the afternoon working on thesis, I need to go get a couple parts and stuff. Pisses me off so much. I hope I never find out who did it, cuz that would be too big a challenge for me as far as the whole forgiveness/turn the other cheek thing goes.