Our Neighborhood: Ghett, Not Charming

Jane and I had a demoralizing thing happen to us this weekend. We drove to Bend on Saturday and spent the night there. Driving into our driveway on Sunday afternoon, we discovered that my bike, which Jane has been using to get around town for the past month or so, was toppled over in our front yard. I looked closer and realized that it had been run over with a car or truck. Not even the frame or handlebars are salvageable. The weird thing is that the perpetrators had to have thrown it back into our yard after they had run it over because there was no way they could have fit a vehicle where we found it. These actions suggest to us that the vandals targeted us personally.

We don’t know who did it, although we strongly suspect it was our duplex sharers. They have always been cold toward us and we routinely come home to find garbage of theirs littered on our side of the front yard. Jane went over, knocked on their door and asked them if they had noticed anything suspicious over the weekend… (i.e. our bike that had been thrashed, not 3 feet from their drive/ entry ways) they said that they hadn’t and pretty much slammed the door in her face. I guess “we had it coming” because we didn’t keep the bike inside, for the ONE night that we were out of town. Suddenly, neither of us are as enthusiastic about our neighborhood as we used to be.