Tuesday night, dressed in matching pink fur coat, legwarmers, and furry bike... my bike got stolen from right behind me as I was talking to someone.
So many people lending me their bikes while my bike was missing, including the twice-my-size bike that left a scar on my leg from trying to mount... lent so I could actually take 4 bags of ice back to camp.
On Thursday, seeing my bike chained up outside an Esplanade camp. My friend went into the dome, waited until the lady giving a lecture passed him the microphone and pleading with whoever had it to come outside and unchain it, no questions asked. He cried for the first time in years as he explained how important my bike was to me.
The people who had it were out of the dome before he even finished - they'd found it out in deep playa, beat up, tires flat, headlamp ripped off, and an attempt to tear the pink fur off (earlier in the week, one of my friends had seen a bleach-blonde party boy riding it, but was currently on top of a moving art bus and couldn't jump off). The finders were so happy to be able to return it to me! They gave bot my friend and myself beautiful smooth black stones (mine now resides in my medicine bag), and I gave them my coveted raw food brownies!