I knew something was terribly wrong.
So I pulled farther up the driveway as the two police vehicles pulled in behind me, and as I approached the house, I noticed our bike laying on its side. No, I thought... Anything but the bike... We're about to go around the world on it, nothing can happen to it now.
But at 4:30, just as I was putting away my computer and taking down my pictures in my cubicle, I got a phone call from Marisa stating the police were in our backyard, and someone had tried to steal the motorcycle (a.k.a. the lifeblood of our future).
I drove over there as fast my car could safely carry me, and it seemed that the traffic gods were on my side because I had nothing but green lights on the way home.
Once I arrived, I saw Marisa standing outside with her hands on her hips, and then I noticed the bike laid over like it had been defeated in battle.
It turns out we have a superhero neighbor, who when seeing the suspicious men walking around the bike, snipping off the cover and messing with the wires, the neighbor drove over like a bat out of hell, whipped out his pistol, and screamed, “Im gonna shoot you sons o' bitches next time!” as they ran off into the woods.
I can't tell you how happy I am that I had a good neighbor, and that these men were stupid would-be thieves.
The redneck robbers had cut my heated grip wires and were trying to splice them to hot-wire the bike. Brilliant!
After an hour of re-terminating the wires, all is well in the world. Things could have been real bad, as this is our first real hiccup to our global adventure, and without a functioning bike, there would be no adventure at all. But we are lucky to have had this happen to us now so that we can take precautionary measures to make sure it doesn't happen again.