Lost and Found
01/09/2007 04:14 a.m.
Some of you who have been here a while might remember my poem 3 years ago about . . . my bike. It was called "Zen on Wheels" Then 2 1/2 years ago it was stolen. I was devistated. It was custom made for my by my college boyfriend. I've ridden it everywhere.

2 1/2 years later, I was driving down my alley on my way to my yoga class when I SPOTTED IT! It was in a neighbor's yard, in a pile of garbage to be picked up. I picked up that beauty, and took it home, and called the police. The police really weren't interested, since it was stolen 2 1/2 years ago.

I can't believe it. I never thought I would see Zen again. Now I have 2 bikes, but my original bike is the one that rocks. I can't wait to clean it, tune it up, fill it's cobweb covered tires and ride.
I am currently Amazed