Cycle Stolen

I’ve been back in the islands for two whole days and have already had to call the police. Somebody had stolen my cycle. The sad part was it was me. Yeah I’m an idiot. And I’m big enough to admit it. Here’s the story…Yesterday, David, Steve and I went to the main island for dinner. The sea was uncontrollably crazy. I thought several of the riders were going to loose their lunch. Since I dont like that sort of thing, I kept my eyes straight ahead and dreamed of a happy place…. not before spotting the nearest life jacket. I would rank the ride over in my top 3 worst sea fearing rides ever. Anyway, back to the story… So we went over about 6. Ate dinner walked around for a while and came back about 10. That was win I noticed my bike was missing. Hmm… Maybe my my buddy took it… he has a key. So I called him up… nope he didnt take it. So he and I went to the police station on the island. They radioed all the police guys and told them to be on the look out. They sent me to my office to get the registration papers as they took the police cycles out for a quick look. While I was in my office, they came to me and said, “Uh, we found it.” There it was sitting out in front of the hair cutting shop. Yeah, I got my hair cut yesterday afternoon. I then met Steve and David for coffee at the shop below the hair cut place. After coffee, we walked back to the house. I had left my bike there and had completely forgotten about it. Yeah, I told you I was an idiot. I didnt tell the haircut story to the police. They didnt ask, I didnt tell. They probably laughed at the crazy American and went back to island police duties. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.Bobby