Wild Monkeys!

My beloved big black bicycle, Charovnitsa (Russian for Enchantress/Sorceress/Witch), was stolen from my back yard, evidently last night. Because the windstorm (the December one, not the most recent one) had blown our side gate down, she was visible, and I had glaringly omitted to lock her up. She was my bike since my previous bike was stolen from my Reed house in the Summer of 1993. We had many adventures together. I am sad to see her go out like that.