When you think it couldn't possibly get any harder. Someone steals my bike!
Someone stole my bike! The worse part is the circumstances under which my bike was stolen. It wasn't as if I left it someone where laying around unsecure. I left it in a private garage behind a locked door!
Let me take a moment to provide some context.
I attend a coding bootcamp, Galvanize located in downtown Austin. For the past 4 months I’ve commuted from home to school everyday. The commute is 6.7 miles one way, a total of 13.4 miles a day, 68.5 miles a week, 2,055 miles a month. On average it would take me 40 mins to make that trip one way.
I don’t ride my bike necessarily for my health. I do it because I have too. In order to attend Galvanize I have had to sacrifice a lot. A whole lot! The details of that story will be in another blog. One of those sacrifices requires maintaining a budget, one in which does not allow me the luxury to use the gas in my car or pay for downtown parking. My bike was an essential tool for my day to day life. It’s as important to me as my computer is. And now it’s gone.
What I discovered when moving to Austin was how convenient it was to ride my bike, the city has dedicated lanes all through out. It was perfect for those in my situation who need to commute on the cheap. Galvanize offered “secure” storage for those who ride their bike in. This storage room is located in their private garage and only accessible by Galvanize students and employees by way of key fob. Since attending Galvnize I have parked my bike in this storage room with no concerns that it would not be there when I was heading home.
Today at the end of class I began my routine of heading home, saying my goodbyes to my classmates, taking the elevator down to the garage, unlocking the “secure” room with my fob; Then to my complete surprise my bike was not there!
Stunned by what I wasn't seeing, I looked around the room believing I was incorrectly processing what was happening. But soon collected my thoughts and immediately headed upstairs to reception.
I spoke with the galvanize manager and office staff explaining my situation. They said they would contact the building facilities team and investigate the situation as best they could. Though explaining to me that it would most likely not result to the return of my bike or any leads. The lack of responsibility from them only increased my frustration towards this situation.
As a customer of Galvanize, someone stole my property from your premises behind a “secure” door and not much can be done?
Well, fuck me!
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Enter in Jon Ramer.
Jon is a member of my cohort and in my book a solid guy.
I reached out to Jon, who drives in every day, for a lift home. He obliged with no hesitation. On the drive home he let me vent about my current situation. Cheering me up by jokingly saying what we’ll do to the person if we ever find them.
He then offered to lend me his bike and we went over to pick it up at his house. It needed a bit of inspection as it sat in his backyard for a few months. So we drove to a bike shop where we got it tweaked and adjusted for my height. I rode it around the parking lot and though it wasn’t my bike, it will do the job for now.
We ended the day by grabbing dinner at Chipotle, his treat!
It’s strange how when you suddenly have a shitty day, someone like Jon can come along and fix a problem in which he has no stake in.
As someone raised in NYC, a person like Jon is not a common occurrance. I feel fortune to have befriended him during this program. #silverlining