By the time I left for the airport on Sunday, by sweet Pista was gone from her railing home. If I ever catch the sucker. Here she is — if you see her around town, throw a U-Lock at the rider:
My Sweet Pista Baby Was Stolen on Sunday
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Did you happen to register her in the District? Not only is it technically required by law, I happen to know someone who has had her bike stolen twice, and both times it was returned to her because she had registered it and was therefore indisputably hers. Once, the person who had bought it from whoever stole it took it to a bike shop for repair. The bike shop manager called the police and refused to give the bike back to the person who had brought it in because it had been stolen. That person protested, until the concept of “receiving stolen property” was explained to him…
Oh, man. I’m all for the u-lock justice!
I failed. Good to know.
As if going to Arkansas wasn’t bad enough….
Sorry for your loss. *moment of silence*
Thank you. It is very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very sad.
I’m really sorry to hear that. I have 2 bikes which I store in my bedroom and rarely let out of my sight. Do you believe in Karma? Maybe the thief will get hit by a Hummer or swallowed by a giant pothole or get bitten by snakes on a plane.