High fives all-around, Portland and San Francisco! The De Rosa has been located and will be hand delivered to Justin next month. Please spread the word about its recovery – to call off the search and as a warning to future bike thieves – and we’d like to extend a big thank you to everyone who helped with its return! And here’s how the story unfolded this past week:
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Here’s an update on where things stand with my friend Justin’s stolen track bike. We’ve lined up the assistance of Portland Police Officer Joe Santos, who’s also a cyclist, by way of introductions made via of Kenji Sugahara and Lyne Lamoureux.
Jens Voigt’s Army saw the bike yesterday afternoon: “FYI, one of my teammates spotted the bike @ Saraveza in North PDX. Went to get a lock to keep it there but it was gone.” So we know it’s still in the area and the buyer is perhaps unaware that it’s stolen. If you do see this bike on the streets, be sure to explain to the individual that the bike is stolen and that there are dual police reports filed in San Francisco and Portland.
Thanks to Jonathan Maus of Bike Portland and everyone else who has been spreading the word for us. Justin is super appreciative of your efforts and can’t thank you enough.
And lastly, if the original seller who posted the track bike on craigslist is reading this, you’re a real jerk for not replying to Justin’s emails. We hope you look forward to cooperating with the police.
It’s strange to finally call a place “home”. I’ve moved around a lot in my lifetime.
I was born in Chicago, then lived in Deerfield and Burr Ridge, two suburbs in Illinois. When I was 14, we packed up and headed to the South and lived in Blacksburg, Virginia for three years and Chattanooga, Tennessee for two years.
My parents weren’t in the military; my father was a medical doctor and was finishing up his residency at the University of Illinois in Chicago. Afterwards, he became the medical director at a small hospital in rural West Virginia that he’d commute to from Blacksburg. It was a 60-mile drive each way, but he preferred navigating the quiet, country roads over the stop-and-go, dense rush hour traffic of downtown Chicago.
When he received an opportunity to manage a hospital in Chattanooga, we relocated again. It had the perfect blend of “city and country” that my Korean hippie parents were looking for: a medium-size town surrounded by mountains, lakes, rivers and easily accessible to nature, yet lively enough to keep them from feeling culturally isolated.
After high school, I went off to New York City for college and lived there for 13 years in 13 different apartments. (Proof that my nomadic childhood had had some impact on me.)
In 2006, I took a big leap and headed across country to San Francisco. After shuffling through 5 other places, I married my husband in 2009 and shortly thereafter we bought a house in Oakland.
The Bay Area is the first place that’s really felt like “home”, and I hope to be here for many, many years.