May 14, 2012. While walking through the center of town last week, I saw my lime-green Diamond Back bicycle at the bike shop. My bike had been stolen about a year and a half ago from my house, and it had been a sad day. I bought the bike in 1988, after getting out of the army, and I was sitting on my bike in 1989 when I met my wife. I don't consider myself overly sentimental about things like bikes, but this was a special thing. In just a few days we are packing up our house into a container to take everything back to the States, and the bike showed up just in time to make the trip.