I'm in such a damn good mood right now.
Khalil and I were walking to get some soda and such (both of our respective spouse's were watching movies at my abode), and we had just gotten some coca cola and chips when Khalil says to me, "That guy at the bus stop has a track bike... it's totally stolen." We turn around, walk by him again, and sure enough, it's one of my bikes. Khalil goes, "Fuck that!" And so we head to the police station.
Long story short, I told the cops that the serial is on file at the shop, and the Ultegra brake caliper on the bike is worth more than the thief says he paid for the entire bike ($75 bucks?! Are you kidding! I BUILT that bike!)
I walked away with the bike.
So, fuck yeah! I got my bike back! Thank you, justice system, for working! For once!
Khalil and I were walking to get some soda and such (both of our respective spouse's were watching movies at my abode), and we had just gotten some coca cola and chips when Khalil says to me, "That guy at the bus stop has a track bike... it's totally stolen." We turn around, walk by him again, and sure enough, it's one of my bikes. Khalil goes, "Fuck that!" And so we head to the police station.
Long story short, I told the cops that the serial is on file at the shop, and the Ultegra brake caliper on the bike is worth more than the thief says he paid for the entire bike ($75 bucks?! Are you kidding! I BUILT that bike!)
I walked away with the bike.
So, fuck yeah! I got my bike back! Thank you, justice system, for working! For once!