ah-ha!

I found it today...tucked away in a sketchy old pawn shop (pawn shop selling stolen goods...no way!) called 'Uncle Jacob's'.

Now I just have to get it back.


Update: After much drama, debate, and distractios from essay writing (15 pages due tomorrow that I haven't started - I like talking about my proscratination, it makes me feel better about it - it helps me take it less seriously so I don't end up hospitalized for nervous collapse) I got my bike back from the sheisty pawn broker for $40! I'm going to have to write a story