A couple of years ago when I used to cycle to and from work, I stopped at a local shop for some milk on the way home one night. There was a group of teenagers hanging around, as always. Anyway, I just pushed it up to the shop front, and chained it to the railing as usual.
"Hey, don't worry man, we won't steal your bike you know" one of these kids said.
"I know, I can see you're stand up guys", I replied.
So I came out of the store 5 minutes later.
The bike was still there.
But both wheels were buckled, the mudguards had been ripped off and they'd even destroyed my smiley face bell.
Fuckers.
Now, that's not as bad as having your place broken into etc, but I feel your pain.
When I saw the bicycle on the street I called the cops. "The registration
information isn't kept, that would be too many records to maintian, so we throw
them away."
I had no way of proving the bicycle was mine. :eek:
Serve and protect right? Yeah right.