Once I was at a party, sitting on the porch chatting with my pal. I had freelocked my bike in the back yard, knowing that the only way out of the yard was to walk by where I was standing. And sure enough, totally sketchy college dude comes out from the backyard pulling my bike, which has its back wheel locked to the frame. I was just like, "Hey dude, that's MY bike," and the gave it to me and appologized, as if he had just grabbed the wrong bike on the way out. I didn't feel any need to be confrontational.

HOWEVER, this dude I had never met before (who I later found out is named "Yeti") decided to take this guy on for me. He jumps off the porch from behind me and chases the poor would-be bike theif down the street, shouting about how only scumbags steal bikes, etc. I talking with him for a while after, and he told me that he had my back-- and if I ever need help, just to shout out "YETI" as loud as I could.

One day I'm gonna.