Junkie Bike Thief Update: Busted
You may remember that my bicycle was stolen by a tattooed, be-sutured junkie, its small parking lock apparently swiftly cracked and the whole thing wheeled away. Yesterday, almost three weeks later, I got it back, in almost tip-top condition.
A tribute to the benefits of alcohol and perseverance, the 18 day saga came to end when I spotted the jerk wheeling the bike past my local bar, where I was drinking a beer. He was walking with his mother, and there was a rather nice looking houseplant hanging from my handlebars. But before I tell you about how I interrupted this lovely domestic scene, a quick recap on the intervening adventures.
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