What are three things you’ll find in C-Ville every weekend?

I wonder if anyone thought of Johnny Carson while reading that. Anyway…this was yet another weekend in C-Ville. Here in this lazy little village which is so safe and family oriented I continue to be amazed at the amount of petty crime which occurs. As I was biking back from CVS late this afternoon I noticed two young males playing with a little pink bike with training wheels on it. One got on the bike and got up to a pretty high speed. He then jumped off the bike and the two of them howled in laughter as the bike headed down a hill, coasted for about 20 yards, and crashed in to a curb at the bottom of the hill. They then ran back towards their complex.

Something tells me neither of the boys owned a pink bike with training wheels. I wonder who did. I’ll bet she isn’t to happy that her bike is now toast. I thought about saying something, but last time I did that here in town the group of youth pulled a gun out and told me to leave or I’ll be snuffed. I just kept rolling today. No need to stop.

The crime rolls on. In another part of town a few bullets went flying through some houses. The people in the house wonder what they did wrong. I wonder if they had a cat, since they seem to like shooting cats around here (and going to jail for a few days). Maybe they confused the sleeping people for cats. Oh well.

My bike was stripped three times in the first three years I lived here. Now I have old school wheels that you can’t get off without a wrench. My seat is bolted to the frame. It is an old junky bike. Someone punctured my tire once, but other than that it has been untouched for two years. As I walk past the fancy gym here in town (one of the more expensive in the country) I have been finding it interesting how many bikes get stripped when they are locked on the racks. I lock my bike there when I’m at the gym. From the evidence it is clear the bike owners hadn’t adapted for life in C-Ville. I guess they’ve now learned.

wheel of ignorance wheels achieved freedom

In the 5k the other morning the pack runs along the historic downtown mall. While running I noticed that I had to watch my step since a lot of big plant pots had been smashed that evening and chunks of pots were all about. Later in the day the owner had cleaned up the area, but the poor plants now sat potless. What amazes me about this one is that it was less than 50 feet from the entrance to the police station, and about the same distance from a region monitored by video surveillance.

Cracked Pots

When will this village realize that petty crime is rampant in and around the historic downtown mall and just place a few more cameras on the mall to monitor the entire region. Either do that, or buy me a few plant pots, a bike, and some new bullets. Or maybe just some paint so I can go have fun painting any wall in sight.

Way Better?

At least we didn’t have our flagship U send out the SSN of hundreds of students. Oh..never mind. Just another day in the #1 city in Virginia.