Ugh...The memories...I used to love my bike but couldn't put it in our garage b/c it was too crowded so I had to keep it in the yard, without a lock...This went ok for about 2 months until one day I woke up, got ready for school and I walked outside and my bike was gone. I freaked out and got very very mad. So I had to walk to school for about 2 weeks until one day on my way back from my friends house I noticed a nice bike in the trash. I just walked right by it thinking about asking my mom if I should take it. So I got home and told her aout it and she said "Hell yea, go get it now!" So I ran back and got it. Wel now I had a bike,but about 3 weeks later, same thing, woke up for school wentoutside and it was gone...I was so angry I dropped a very loud F-Bomb in front of my mom and got grounded...