Originally Posted by
JoeyBike
My dad took me to the bike pound back in the late 1960s in New Orleans (not a huge city) to recover my stolen bike. I found it. But WOW!!! There were SO many bikes in there.
Yup. I had a crash in Denver in the early 1990s, and then had to go pick up my bike a few days later at the police station - they had to search through hundreds!