So imagine my surprise when my bike was stolen recently from the very public square at the Claremont Village Expansion. I just assumed it would be safe there, safer than my own house. I mean nothing bad ever happens in Claremont, does it? Least of all not to my beloved bike of all things?
As a Pomona resident, we are brainwashed to believe pesky urban crime only happens in our town, or at least on our part of Towne Avenue. So I had to laugh when the Claremont police detective told me that many bikes stolen in Claremont show up at pawn shops on Holt Street in Pomona. Ahh, the Pomona connection I have been trained to expect. Or perhaps it's just the cycle of life.
Here's hoping that whoever took my bike will route it back to Pomona, and to my waiting arms and heart. I would hate for my bike to simply die a slow death in Claremont or take on an underground, marginal existence in Hesperia. But, the reality of the situation is I'll probably never see my bike again, much less know what it's next route in life ended up being. Goodbye beautiful Pomona bike.