BUMMER!

I was getting ready to take a test ride on the bike by visiting a dear friend in Virginia last night when I noticed my tank bag was no longer in my shop.  For those non-motorcycling readers, a tank bag is a storage bag that mounts on top of the gas tank on the bike to provide a little more room for "necessary" stuff.  Anyway, no tank bag!  I have searched this house top to bottom all last night and today in vane search to no avail.  I've searched all my cars and trucks; I even called the shop to ask them if I might have left it there.  No.  I didn't think so, but by that time I had run out of options.  Bottom line, during one of the times my shop was open someone must have walked out with the tank bag.  I really hate to think this, but, as I said, I've run out of options.  Please understand that a tank bag is not some little trinket that could slip away under the couch pillows unnoticed.  No, this is a pretty sizable bag.  So, I am really bummed out.  I have several reasons for feeling this depression.  First, obviously I have lost a $160.00 item, with stuff in it worth probably another couple hundred dollars.  This right before a big trip.  Not a real good time to lose something.  Then there's the consideration of those things that were in the bag.  I can remember some of them, but what of the many odds and ends that I don't really think about until something happens.  Then I usually respond by saying something like "oh no!  But wait, I have just the thing to fix it in my TANK BAG!"  Another consideration is that someone has apparently violated my shop.  They have entered a place of good will and stolen stuff.  I really don't know yet if anything else was taken; haven't had time to really look.  Finally, many years ago I had virtually everything I owned stolen when my apartment was burglarized while I was at work.  I thought I had gotten past that incident, but this brings back some not-to-pleasant memories.  I guess the good part of this is that after the initial shock, and the final realization that the bag would not be found, I'm okay with it.  I admit that of all my stuff, I am probably most attached to my motorcycling equipment.  But, I'm okay.  I feel somewhat hurt, a bit violated, but mostly sorry for the poor soul who did the deed.  I wish him well.