Its not mailicious people in there getting bikes, just your average joe schmoe who knows only that his bike was blue and had a gripshift. Saw soo many people like that who didnt know the make or even the groupset, just the color, anbd that it had straight bars and grippy grips. Like watching my girlfriend pick out her dads rental car in a parking garage.

Just clueless folks picking up random canadian tire bikes, I didnt see anyone bull****ting to pick up a fixed or a brand new devinci, except for the cfo of globe and mail who tried to pull that stunt and was thoroughly grilled by a popo. Most people I saw getting thheir bikes back were not hard core cyclists. All the worn in, loved, and customised bikes arent going anywhere with schmoes, just the big-box ones.

Thats my two cents, going in there was like being in a graveyard. Many beautiful worn bikes in there, with no owner in sight, almost brought tears to my eyes more than once. Still no sign of my baby, but Kergin has hooked me up with a gorgeous Miele to dull the pain.