|Ever recover a stolen bike? (a little long)||hothand|
Jan 15, 2004 4:00 PM
|A post below reminded me about a stolen bike that I got back.
When I was in college I had a real cool beater Schwinn for crusing around campus. I parked it on my porch, and one morning I left for work and it was gone.
Of course I started "seeing" it all over town just like in the Bicycle Thief. I replaced it with an old Raleigh roadbike and started road riding.
About 8 months later, I was returning from a ride and I saw MY old Schwinn leaning up on the side of a house. I pulled a quick U-turn and went to the door.
A girl answered. I blurted out "did you know that bike next to you house was stolen from me?" She replied that it was her friend's and asked if I wanted to talk to him. I told her I was just going to take the bike.
I walked away with the bike and no one tried to stop me. A block later I was shaking like a leaf but I got the bike back.
|When I was 12 years old....||Cory|
Jan 15, 2004 4:16 PM
|Back in the days before we locked bikes, I rode my pink (!) one-speed Raleigh to the movies on Saturday and left it in the rack out front. When I came out four hours later (double feature, 90 cents), a kid about my age was wheeling it toward a car where, honest to God, his mother was holding the trunk open and saying, "Hurry up!" I pushed him out of the way and shouted, "That's my bike!" His mom slammed the trunk, he hopped in the car and they drove away. After more than 40 years, I still think of it occasionally and wonder WTH.|
|Yup. I was about eight or nine.||PseuZQ|
Jan 15, 2004 5:35 PM
|It was stolen from the front yard and recovered at The Walnut Festival several weeks later....I saw a kid riding it, grabbed it by the sissybar and said, "Get off my bike."
|My brother stole his back from Don Mattingly when we were kids||bimini|
Jan 15, 2004 6:25 PM
|Yes, the baseball player. Don stole my older brother's bike. He spent a few days riding around the neighborhood on my bike looking for his bike. He found it at Don Mattinglys house with a new coat of spraycan paint so he stole it back.|
|Found it at a Flea Market||snapdragen|
Jan 15, 2004 6:55 PM
|Not me, but my niece had the Trek 820 I gave her taken. It appeared that weekend for sale at a flea market across from her apartment! She recoved the bike with a little police intervention.|
|re: Ever recover a stolen bike? (a little long)||Spoiler|
Jan 15, 2004 7:03 PM
|My fixed-gear bike was stolen from a bike rack outside where I worked. Since the bike was my only transportation, my first priority was to get a second bike. I called a couple shops to get a deal on a cheap used bike. I was headed toward a particular shop when I suddenly stopped and turned toward a different shop.
I walked into a tiny shop and a mechanic asks me, "How's it going."
I said, "Not so well. I just got my bike stolen and I have to replace it."
The mechanic says, "What did it look like?"
For some reason, I immediately knew they had my bike in the back. I described my bike to him and he goes in back and wheels out my bike. What happened was, some bum had broke the lock and stolen the bike. Being a scumbag bum, he didn't know how to ride a fixed gear bike; one that had both brake levers attached, but only a front brake. He tried to ride it, bit the dust, bloodied his arm, and decided to try to sell it on the street.
The bum walks into a building that some guys are working in. He offers to sell the bike to them for $10. It turns out the guy he trys to sell it to actually rides quite a bit and knows something about bikes.
The guy recognized the bike was probably stolen, so he buys the bike, then brings it to the bike shop, figuring it had a better chance of making it back to the owner. And as it turns out, the guy who turned it in is a guy I rode with regularly in group rides.
So I paid the shop $10 and bought a bigger bike lock. In all honesty, I had been telling people one of the benefits of fixed-gear bikes is how their unusable to the crackhead type thief.
|A little story.||nn23|
Jan 16, 2004 1:08 AM
|Not my bike but my roommate's at school. It was a 6 month old mountain bike (forgot the brand) about $1200 new. At that time it was the most expensive bike I had seen anyone have in school. (My own bike was a 2nd hand $20 beater). The bike was stolen from outside the 2nd floor apt, where it was chained the balcony railing.
Anyway about a week after the bike is stolen, we are buying groceries at the local grocery store and what do we see there? Right at the entrance _inside_ the store is the stolen bike presumably kept inside so that it is not stolen! Room-mate recognizes the bike, and I fetch the store manager while he guards the bike. The store manager on hearing out story tells us to wait a minute and then almost immediately reappears with two cops. It so happened that the manager had already called the cops a few minutes ago to arrest a shoplifter.
Now the beauty is that the guy caught shoplifting also turned out to be the one who had ridden in with the stolen bike and had on him at that time, large shears capable of cutting most bike chain-locks!
30 minutes later my roommate had his bike back.
|In September of '02||cyclinseth|
Jan 16, 2004 6:03 AM
|My 13 year-old, shocking-yellow, Trek 1200 was stolen out of my basement in Brooklyn. I didn't bother looking for it because ... well, it's freakin' Brooklyn for crap's sake. So last April I moved to a new nieghborhood not too far away (certainly within walking distance). I decided one evening to explore my new environs. While meandering down the main drag I caught a flash of something vaguely familiar from the corner of my eye. I turned to look thru the window of a Mexican restaurant and in the vestibule(?) was my shocking-yellow Trek 1200.|
|stolen bike story||litespeedchick|
Jan 16, 2004 6:11 AM
|Very gregarious friend of mine is driving through his neighborhood, sees a 12-15 year old on a tricked out FS mtn bike, so he rolls down the window to give the kid a friendly "cool bike, dude" ...and the kid turns, eyes get big, drops the bike, and runs.|
|No Recovery, But A Good Karma Story||Gregory Taylor|
Jan 16, 2004 9:01 AM
|When I was a kid, I had a green metalflake Schwinn Stingray -- three speed "Stik-Shift", sissy bar, drag slick tire. A cool bike. It was stolen one summer from a local park by, we suspected, a pair of brothers who were just flat out trouble. Stolen bikes were the least of it.
Anyway, we never did find my bike, but I always knew from the way that these a$$holes would act around me that they were the ones who had stolen the bike and then probably turned it around to buy some pot.
A couple of years later both brothers were brutally murdered in a drug deal that went bad. No one mourned their loss. I regret to say that my reaction to their loss was "Hah! Take THAT a$$hole! See what you get for stealing my bike?"
|My teammate did via Ebay||Fender|
Jan 16, 2004 9:54 AM
|His Bianchi was stolen one day from his garage. He surfed ebay for about three weeks and it turned up on it. He won the bid and since the seller was still located in S.F. he picked up in person, with two cops. Turns out the seller/thief had used his friends account and another friends house to sell the bike. The theif was never stolen, but at least he got his bike back.|
|Yep... small freaking world...||funknuggets|
Jan 16, 2004 10:59 AM
|In college, right after collegiate regionals, rode across town to a buddies house to party. Drinking ensued and then went to the bars. Went home and decided I'd get a ride over there and pick up the bike the next day. But alas... it was gone. My 4 month old Cannondale R900 with Ultegra...It was like a freaking gut punch. Reported it stolen and they said in a college town, no chance in hell.
Anyway, an exgirlfriend of mine dated some guy and she noticed some bike in the back of the basement that looked out of place for the guy she was dating. He said it was his roommates. Anyway, went by, peered in the window and... there it was. Reported it to the police and they just went and got it. Nothing happened to the guy for the bike, but turned out he had another warrant... so karma for you punk. No real damage. Obviously couldnt figure out the STI, cause look like he dropped it at some point, due to some scuff on the handlebars... but anyway... I got it back... and then sold the thing cause it just FELT different.
But... I did get a mtn bike stolen about a year and a half ago and havent seen it yet....
|Yep--how sweet is THIS?||Gator|
Jan 16, 2004 12:47 PM
|Grew up in South Florida and one of the prime summer diversions was swimming in the many drainage canals cut into the limestone to relieve the summer floods. Believe me, leaping 40 feet from a tiny section of 2'x4' nailed to the top of an Austrailan pine swaying crazily in the wind is quite a thrill when you're 12.
Ah, but the bike. So I rode my prized, jump-killing, full chromoly, blue clearcoated Team Mongoose to the area's premiere canal, a huge, cliff-lined affair lined with tall trees, rope swings, bridge jumps--it kicked ass.
However, it drew a large crowd of older white-trash kids who were less into swimming and much more into the clandestine tall-boy swilling, pot smoking and coke snorting opportunities the bridge provided.
So I was a bit hesitant to leave my beautiful machine unguarded among these guys, especially since I was lockless and solo on this day. However, it turns out a kid from my elementary school was there. He told me he'd watch it.
About an hour later I had to go, so I climbed the cliff under the bridge and went back to where I left the bike. There, I encountered the guy watching the bike, who frantically informed me that some older guys roughed him up, grabbed the bike, stuck it in the trunk of their car and took off.
I was DEVASTATED. I desperately asked around for any information, but no one was willing to help me out. I had a birthday party to go to, so I made the long, painful trudge home, never expecting to see my ride again.
I finally made it home, recounted my story to my pissed-off mom, who couldn't believe I'd leave a $250 bike unlocked, and retreated to my room.
Then the phone rang. My mom picked it up, talked for a minute or two, and came to my room beaming. It turns out that my "friend" staged the whole thing and, for some price, had a few of the stoners from his neighborhood deliver the bike to his house later. His dad, a COP, knew it wasn't his bike and proceeded to beat a confession out him.
The result? Both bike and kid were thrown into a police cruiser, and delivered to my front door was not only the bike, but tearful appology from the jack*ss who jacked my bike.
Later, I went to the party and got to kiss a girl. How's THAT for a good day?
Jan 16, 2004 6:10 PM
|re: Ever recover a stolen bike? (a little long)||K-O-Hill|
Jan 16, 2004 6:32 PM
|Had my first Colnago stolen from my front porch (Carbondale Il. - college town).. A few weeks go by.. I'm looking at every red ten speed like it might be mine.. One day I drive by a McDonalds - see my bike in the rack out front. I brake so hard I skid.. Parked, grabbed the bike (unlocked!) and rode off. Tires were almost flat, the thief didn't know what presta valves were I guess.
Another one - left my Mtn bike unlocked (stupid) in front of college library - in 30 seconds it was gone. (yeah I said it was stupid).
Turns out the kid sold it to a local bike shop.. I bought it back for $25.00.. woo hoo again!!
I was pretty lucky..