Within a half hour of arriving into our final destination, Portland Oregon, my bicycle (not including the bags) was stolen.
I foolishly left it unattended for exactly five minutes outside the house Mike and I are staying at. All we had was an eye witness account of where he rode off to. We attempted to hunt down the thief minutes after the theft to no avail.
All attempts within the biking and law enforcement community have been taken into action. My fingers are not crossed for getting this bike back.
I guess when I'm done riding, I'm really done riding.
The good news is we're staying with a great group of guys who have welcomed us arms extended. Another instance where a road block is softened by the company of fantastic people.