A quick story about the Internet.
I was biking home up Venables last night around 1AM when I found this bike lying in the middle of the road, with the back wheel locked to the frame. There was nobody in sight, so I picked it up and took it home.
Put it up on Craigslist this morning and you guys passed it around all over the place on Twitter and Facebook. Sadly, a bunch of people got in touch but their stolen bikes didn’t match. Good luck, stoic theft victims. Eventually Ben’s co-worker spotted the ad and sent him the link.
I got an email from Ben saying:
If it’s a navy blue 48ish cm Bianci road bike, with an orange Kryptonite evolution normal/large sized lock then you found my bike.
It has a big rusty rack on the front that looks and is homemade, a brown old leather seat with possibly a plastic bag still underneath it. And the tires are Continental Gator Skins
It was ghost locked in front of Wallace Machine shop, I was in there for 3 minutes to retrieve an old bicycle part and when I came out my bike was gone.
I too had a bike stolen in broad daylight, back before social media was really a thing. I chased the thief down an alley, lobbed a chunk of brick at him and actually knocked him off, but by the time I ran up to him he managed to get away. It was traumatic and weird. The police couldn’t help. I knew it was gone for good.
I’m glad the person who grabbed Ben’s bike was lazier than my thief. And I’m glad we have the Internet!