My bicycle has been stolen! As if it weren't enough that my car broke down.
I am missing my car, for the mobility it allowed, but that's all there is about, there's no real emotion involved; a car is expendable - true, you've got to change your way of life, but that's it then, isn't it?
It is entirely different with my bike: I loved it, and I cannot be without one! There's no life without a bike, and whatever the cost (and risk of it being stolen again), I just have to buy a new one at once, without delay. Fortunately, they come slightly cheaper than cars.
Whoever out there stole my car, rest assured that I'm on the lookout, and that I'll find you eventually, and that your penalty will not be reasonable at all but inappropriately hard! Rest assured that this is a crime which never, ever could be forgiven.
Oh, by the way - this is one Gagea pusilla, from the archives obviously, as right now my degree of mobility is reduced to almost zero. But no worries, I'll have a new bike in a couple of days at the latest.