Yesterday was a bad day—one of those days where you think you would be better staying home in your bed.
But because of my stress and depression and fear of being homeless again, I had to go to see a doctor. I locked my bike at the Van Nuys Orange Line station and took the orange line to go to the doctor in Woodland Hills.
I was gone around three hours. When I came back to the Van Nuys station to pick up my bike, it was gone.
I was in shock. I did not need this now. I was heart broken.
My bike meant a lot to me. My bike was really my only transportation. I have no money to take the bus—it's so expensive—until I get a job. But nothing's happened yet.
I have included a picture of my bike. If you see my bike or you know who has it, please call the police/detective at 323-563-5000 or the Orange Line
Sheriff at 323-526-5500. Thank you.
I am devastated and so sad. It had everything: basket in the front, bags in the back, 2 red lights in the back, one white light in the front, mirror, ring bell, 7 speed, crutch, I had 3 spreaders, and 2 attached pants accessories to ride a bike and a water bottle holder I bought recently that's not in the picture.
Well everything is gone. Why do people steal? Why, why, why?
I never stole anything in my life—not one thing but people steal from me all the time. Why?
I am devastated. You always think that your bike is safe because it's locked, and you find out in the wrong and sad way that it's not.
Here is the picture of my bike.