A Continuing Cycle of Lost and Found

As I’m sure you have read in the previous two posts here, Seth’s Surly fat tire was stolen, then found and returned to us by a couple park rangers that Seth had showed a picture of his bike to! The news version of the story is here.

Having it stolen was a learning curve for us in a number of different ways. There are different things you can do to try and find your bike after it is stolen. For us, pounding the pavement, asking if people had seen it, worked out best. For other people, posting your lost bicycle on different sites and forums works best. We did both.

Last year around Thanksgiving, Seth was out for an early morning neighborhood walk with the dog and found a bicycle abandoned at the skate park. The brakes were so loose they were practically undone, the handle bars were twisted around and the tires were flat. It was most certainly and definitely an abandoned “free for the taking” bike. So Seth dragged it home and wrote down the serial number, then did a search on all the local and semi-local stolen bike sites. According to his search (and I searched for it myself as well) the bicycle was not stolen, simply abandoned. So Seth fixed it up and got it in nice working condition, then used it as his commuter bike for work.

Once our Fat Tire was stolen and we posted on Bike Portland and Stolen Bike Registry, Seth thought again of his commuter bike and started doing a search for it once more. This time, using a different search technique, he found the bike, and yes it had been stolen as we had first suspected.

Contact was made with the original owners, and delivery back into their hands was made within the week. They of course were absolutely thrilled to get it back, as it had been stolen months before Seth had found it and they had given up hope on ever getting it back.

It was a good week that found our stolen bike getting returned to us and our being able to return a bike that we had found back to it’s owner!

Then, just last Sunday, while Seth and I were at the gym rock climbing together, our bicycle lights were stolen. They were nice lights, and we probably would have been pretty pissed if it were not for  the fact that our bicycles were still locked up and waiting for us to ride them. It put things in perspective for us, and though we shook our heads, we laughed and smacked ourselves in the forehead, saying “why did we leave our lights on our bikes?”