My poor bike
I’m so mad right now. A condition of our condo rules is that residents are not permitted to keep their bicycles on their balcony, even if they own their unit — which I do.
As a result of this stipulation I am forced to store my bike in the underground parking garage. Because I was away in Argentina for almost a year that’s where it has remained.
Today I went to retrieve it and was upset with what I saw. A layer of black filth eroded the frame and the tires had been slashed.
My bike holds a lot of sentimental value to me. I purchased it in 2009 to bike for six days from Toronto to Montreal. Seeing it so frail is disheartening. I don’t know how I’m going to fix it.