Everyone who rides a bike lives with the fear that the bike will be stolen one day. This is a tragedy that both Trisha and I have experienced – now I use the heftiest and burliest locks available for my bikes, even when they’re locked in my garage. Sadly, my friend Julie suffered this fate last week (the same Julie from yesterday’s post), but her story has a surprisingly happy ending.
In her words:
My bike was stolen Friday afternoon outside my office in Lincoln Park. No cut u lock, no signs of the rack being compromised. I honestly thought that maybe I hadn’t rode in that day…. but I had my helmet and rain pants so I know I wasn’t going crazy.
Immediately I filed a police report over the phone, added it to the stolen bike reg and sent emails to friends.
Yesterday a few people checked out the bike swap on the south side with no luck.
This morning I headed back there with a couple of friends.
Within 5 minutes I saw the bike, we called the cops and they recovered the bike for me. No arrests.
My fenders and rack were missing (which had numerous stickers) but besides that, mommy and baby are reunited.
Apparently, the south side “bike swap” is a regular place/event through which a lot of Chicago’s stolen bikes are funneled. Crazy. I’m so happy that Julie got her bike back, especially because finding a bike that fit her properly took a long time – the Redline is 39 cm with 24″ wheels.
Have you had your bike stolen before? If so, what did you do and was the bike ever recovered?