The beloved green with scooters Timbuk2 messenger bag that I have had for about a decade was stolen out of my car while I dropped my six year old off at kindergarten. I take her to a reading specialist in the burbs on Thursdays and we get to school late so the street was quiet and empty when the thief struck. And I was distracted after a difficult morning and must have left my car unlocked for the two minutes it takes to drop her off inside the building. They got my wallet, bag, phone, a library book, a bunch of art supplies and two sketchbooks. My favorite and nearly full sketchbook is gone. I am still hoping that at the very least my sketchbook comes back to me. I feel sad and violated. This thief ruined my morning but not my day. I had this bag for ten years and I can't find a single picture of it.