Things you have, things you don´t have.

Today I got my bike stolen. It had been with me for the last 6 years, and we´d rode together literally thousands of kilometers. More than 300 km just during the last 3 weeks.
It has dissapeared from my life, after so many hours on its saddle, on its hadlebar.

It´s odd how these things happen. The things you take for granted, the things that are with you every day, those things that you have. And, suddenly, you don´t have any more.

My bike has left many things behind. My panniers, my hadlebar bag, and my keys. Two keys for two german locks. One bought in Frankfurt, the second one bought in Munich.
Actually my bike was sort of a Franken-bike having been made through the years with parts from other bikes or carefully chosen new parts. Hardly any part but the gears remaining from the original device.

I feel very sad and upset. I miss it so much.
Things you have, things you don´t have.  ¶ 21:48