So last night, I got home, parked my bike, and went inside. I sat down in front of the big screen, and threw on "V for Vendetta." I hadn't even gotten to the part where Hugo Weaving blows up the Old Bailey when I heard a nauseating clatter from outside.
I ran out barefoot, hoping to catch the joker East Van brats who'd obviously pushed my bike over, and found the street deserted.
With the fallen bike adrenaline, I picked my baby up, and found a 6" deep hole had appeared beneath my kickstand.
Telus did some digging there last year, and clearly didn't patch the road too well.