I met a women selling a bike (I really only wanted the wheels) and found a sheriff with her who had seen her crying in the suburban. It was her husbands (died recently?) bike and it was tearing her up to sell it. It took quite a while, the officer was super nice, he took the money and got things out for her. It was gut wrenching to be there as she pulled spares and accessaries out of the vehicle saying you better take all these as well.