I most likely would have lost my Cannondale if I had remembered to bring it. Turns out I stopped at a Wal-Mart in Iowa or somewhere and got a Huffy Cruiser with fat tires and everything for $75. I lost it once in a bad dust storm, and found it about an hour later. Then once while snoozing on a bean bag at night under the pagoda I felt my foot fall off the seat and some young guy started trying to tell me he was just "making me more comfortable" and started putting a bean bag under my legs. I looked him in the eye and said "If you need to borrow my bike that's fine, but you better fucking bring it back here" He said no thanks and left. Then on Sunday my bike was most definately borrowed from Center Camp. I walked around the bike racks for probably an hour, gave up and went to chat at the volunteer tent, went back for another look, and found it in a different spot then where I had left it. Sorry to hear about your loss OP, but get yourself a Huffy Cruiser, they rock! You can take it off sweet jumps. And your brother was pissed off too, but he's over it now.
I remember thinking when the realization hit that my bike was gone at center camp, in the spirit of burning man, I simply said, "What an ass. Oh well, that's the burn. This walk back to camp is gonna really suck." I almost feel as if my decision to just roll with the punch is what brought it back to me somehow. On a sidenote I left it unlocked next to my truck and nice tent while I spent Monday night in Gerlach, then had to WALK back out there Tuesday, all my stuff, some pretty nice, was still there waiting for me. I left notes telling people use what they need but leave the rest for me.
"what if one of these times the man says f it and decides to burn us?"