In the (very!) wee hours of last night’s snowstorm, an honorable neighbor intercepted a woman with two bikes north of our QFC. Nice bikes. Stolen bikes. Bikes now in my possession, and eager to return to their owners. (I know my bike would be eager to return to me.) So I’d be pleased to facilitate, if you can describe your steeds in sufficient detail, of course. One is blue, the other black. One seems like “his,” the other “hers.” Matching? Maybe–you tell me.
But seriously, as a victim of this kind of crime, I’m happy to help and wish we could’ve done justice to the thief (not that there’s much to do in this day and age).
[Other Wallyhood editor note: I was the neighbor that intercepted the woman with the bikes. I will spare everyone the long story and jump to the conclusion. The woman talked with me quite calmly for about 5-10 minutes. She had an explanation for all my questions even though facts clearly suggested she was not telling the truth. When I mentioned it might be easier to have the police sort it out, she said both bikes were her brothers and walked away. She was brazen and unconcerned that I had seen her. When I called the police after she left, it was clear this was not a priority. When I asked if they had a suggestion for what to do with the bikes, the police suggested just leaving them leaning against the retaining wall. I took from this that fighting this sort of low-level crime will come down to neighbors watching neighbors. Glad I live in this neighborhood. Also thanks to Lorenzo for trusting some random guy walking his dog at far too early in the morning.- Ben]
I’ll take this opportunity to mention that I found a bike in the street a month or so back, as well. A photo of the side of it is below. If you’re the owner, just let me know, and it’s yours again.