Not Quite What I Meant…

See this nice little stone pad in our yard?


This is where our motorcycle used to sit.


Used to.  In September, the motorcycle got stolen.  There had been a rash of vehicle break-ins the same night the bike was stolen.  The police said they thought they had a lead, and we contacted the insurance company.  The insurance said that if it wasn’t found or returned in 25 days, they’d send the information to the claims adjuster to determine how much we’d be reimbursed for it.

It’s frustrating to have something stolen.  Granted, this was in our front yard.  Nobody entered our home or even our garage to take it.  But the fork was locked to one side and the key wasn’t in it or anything.  And this is a small town where we generally don’t worry about leaving stuff in our yard.  So we were kind of upset.

Although, I must admit, Chef and I were thinking of selling the bike.  We hadn’t been riding it as much as we’d have liked to, and it’s really too small for him and much too small for both of us to ride.  And after taking a topple when I rode it on my own, I never got my confidence back up to ride solo again.  (I kept trying to psyche myself up, and just kept not quite getting there.)  Besides, we really want to get out of debt fast.  Now.

The night after it was stolen, Chef said to me, “You know, you did pray that God would provide money from unexpected places so that we could pay off debt more quickly.”

Well that’s not what I meant!

Still, it’s okay.  After all, though we hadn’t discussed it, we were thinking separately about selling the bike.  And we’d rather be out of debt than have a bike we don’t ride much.

The bike was never returned.  I’m not sure if the police ever even caught the suspect.  We found out this week from the claims adjuster how much the insurance company is going to pay us for the claim.

And here’s the great news: they are paying us more than we paid for the motorcycle in the first place.  What a blessing!  This is a huge chunk of money we can put toward our debt.

Of course, the moral of the story is, be careful what you pray for…


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Tracy
    Oct 28, 2009 @ 11:36:05

    Ugh, what a bummer! At least the story has a good ending, though! 🙂

  2. rita
    Oct 28, 2009 @ 11:45:51

    That is very good news!
    Here’s a Spanish saying for you: “No hay mal que por bien no venga.” Perhaps comparable to “Every cloud has a silver lining.”

  3. Kim
    Oct 28, 2009 @ 22:35:13

    Yep, you really do have to be careful how you pray 🙂 I’ve learned to be pretty specific! lol

  4. Talley
    Oct 28, 2009 @ 23:36:49

    Hey K,

    You looked so good on that bike. Sadness. But Alas, bills paid are a blessing!!!



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