i lived in oregon for a year, and the day i was moving away i decided to give my bike away because i couldn't bring it with me. it was a 70s schwinn 3-speed that i bought for $50. i rode down towards campus to find one of the pan handlers who were inevitably hanging around spare-changin' the trustafarians. the first one i rode by asked for some spare change and i replied "sorry, i don't have any, but i'll give you this bike." he was definitely confused. i assured him repeatedly that it wasn't stolen and he wouldn't get arrested for riding it. after a few minutes he finally hopped on a rode off with a big smile and a wave. i've often wondered what became of that bike and sometimes worry that the guy did probably get arrested for riding the bike after assuring cops "seriously, someone just gave it to me!"

point of the story... sometimes you're in the right place at the right time, and not everything is stolen.