Originally Posted by weavers

in high school i had a bike stolen. i had just gone into a freinds house to return a dish. i was inside for literally 60seconds. i had a chain wraped around the frame. a couple of years later i'm sitting at a cafe and i see my excat bike ride by. the frame was painted a different color, but it still had my chain on it. the guy locks up the bike across the street and goes into a store. i walk on over, and tried to remember the combonation lock. guess what...it opened. so i locked up the bike and wrote a note. "if you need a ride home call me, and wrote my cell number" i went back to the cafe and sipped my tea.