So this place I live - Rancho Murietta - is a complete and total shit hole. My criteria for coming to this conclusion are thus:
- Single pane windows - these windows are ridiculously thin. If someone farts outside my apartment at 3am, it will wake me up. When the neighborhood brats congregate outside my apartment (some of them live below me) I hear everything they say.  This thinness doesn’t help with energy conservation either.
- Gap under my door - there is a 1cm gap between my door and the floorboard on the exterior door. This transmits noise as well, especially when the neighbors slam their door EVERY TIME THEY LEAVE.
- The washer and dryer are outside. At first I thought this might be a plus, since the dryer wouldn’t heat up my apartment in the summer, but now i realize that it is a major minus. Every time I want to do laundry now, I have to open the back patio door to go outside. The cat likes to escape that way.
- Which brings me to the back patio - it too sucks. It is a shared patio with my neighbors - the ones that like to slam their door. It is also a major security problem, since unlike traditional balconies, it has stairs that go down to the ground level where anyone can just go up and down them. So I can’t put my bike on the back porch like I did at my last apartment.
Which brings me to my primary gripe for today. I left my apartment about 530 today to head to a fraternity meeting. The neighborhood brats were all congregated around a truck that was parked directly behind me - I’m very obviously about to depart since I’ve tossed my bag into the car and, as the most obvious sign of departure, I’ve gotten into it and STARTED the engine. So as I am backing out I am looking out the back window since I know the hoodlums are out running around in the parking lot. I hear a girl scream, then people shouting “STOP! STOP!” as I have moved about 10 inches. So I stop and some kid runs up to the back of my car and tries to retrieve his bicycle. Now I didn’t see the bike at first, since its a little kids bike. So he pulls on it, and it becomes obvious I’ve pinned the bike, so I pull forward releasing the bike, he moves it and I depart on my way.
A few hours later, I come home and as I am walking up to my apartment I notice something different about my bike - that is, both wheel assemblies have been COMPLETELY removed.
So I can’t prove anything 100%, but it seems awfully coincidental that my bike got fucked with. None of the other three bikes on that rack got messed with, and I walked around the area checking out the other bike racks and no other bikes looked fucked with.
I’m so mad right now. I’m gonna go to the office tomorrow and share my displeasure with them and see if there is anything that they can do about the situation. I’m sure they will pull the there’s nothing we can do card but that’s fine with me. I’m going to make sure that I file a police report at least so that way there is a mark on the crime reports for the neighborhood. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.