Goodbye my children please kill the guy that took

i arived home tonight after a hard day building bikes for xmas i arived home to find both of my bikes stolen.

The GT was just a lovley bike completley standard exactly how it came out the box but it was freedom it was riding untill i forgot what time it was then heading home to hit the shower it was riding to the coast with my dad and dee-ann and weekend trails ridden so hard you couldnt see the white paint for the mud.

My '04 giant was my baby born in 1999 as a baracuda slumit evolved graduly as did my riding style from a hard hitting heavy cumbersome monster to a delicate welter weight cutting lines like a scalple with more charicter than i could ever hope to hold. Even though its winter and i probly wouldn't get out untill summer loosing my trials bike feels like a part of me is missing.