Ok, so here goes. Yesterday just before the race I had my usual pre-race stomach so I rushed to the locker rooms to do my business. Without a second thought I put the bike just inside the entrance and went in for 2-3 minutes tops. When I got back out the bike was gone. Missed the race and spent the rest of the day driving around looking for the bike cursing myself for being so stupid...
Had trouble sleeping and my day today was totally ruined and I was in a shitty mood at work all day.
Got home and at something like 7 o clock the phone rang and it was a guy from my team, he had gotten a call from someone who had found a bike with my name on it. Apparently they had seen my name on the frame, "googled" me and found my team's webpage, found this guys number, he got a hold of me and I got the finder's number.
Called them up and yup it was my bike, yup it seemed to be in good shape an yup, sure I can come pick it up right away.
Turns their kid had found it pretty close to where I had lost it. (I did search the area pretty thoroughly so my guess is someone took it, got cold feet and sort of put it back). He had brought it back home to bring it to the police because in Sweden the law states that if noone claims it for 3 months it belongs to whoever found it. His mom "googled" me and a few hours later I was there to pick it up. Anyhow, after I gave the kid a nice finder's fee I was on my merry way home.
is still on the bars and the only thing missing are two bottles filled with Maxim Electrolyte, but I guess I'll manage without those
I'm SO releived right now...