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RideOnTime

I know this is not really for cake stop but there. I think there might be some empathy out there...

About 5-6 weeks ago I had my work bike stolen (this is the 6th bike I've had nicked in my lifetime and it really p@sses me off and that's without being careless - always lock them up).

So this bike is stolen from my drive from behind locked gates. OK fair enough I've been done - the bikes 100 miles away. Oh no its not disappeared -- last week my wife sees it on her way to the station (it's very distinctive). So she rings me to tell me its on the way up our road - so I give chase but on foot I can't keep up. So now I have to wait every morning to see if this S@itbag is riding my bike past my house. Talk about rubbing my f@ce in it.

Clearly I should be allowed to beat the c@ap out of this person but of course I can't and won't. The Police might catch him with a lot of help and me putting myself at considerable risk and of course he will say whatever happens that I assaulted him even if I don't even touch him. If he does get arrested he might get a tiny fine or congratulations from the probation service and given a free bike to help him out.

What world is this?
:?

Bobbinogs

I think the fact that the bike was stolen from behind a gate implies that this was a local knowledge type of thing. 6 bikes getting nicked though, yeegads!

Use the new bike (courtesy of insurance?) and take it out on those hills. Life's too short for maintaining grudges and stuff. People nick stuff, always have, always will.

Edit: Bear in mind that the bloke riding the bike might have innocently bought it. The fact he cycled away from a chap who was panting, red faced, running after him and hurling threats may have been a reasonable natural reaction!

RideOnTime

Bobbinogs wrote:

Life's too short for maintaining grudges and stuff. People nick stuff, always have, always will.

Edit: Bear in mind that the bloke riding the bike might have innocently bought it. The fact he cycled away from a chap who was panting, red faced, running after him and hurling threats may have been a reasonable natural reaction!

Yes, you're right. Still annoying though. And you're right as stolen bikes can change hands many times - so the Police say. I just don't think this one has because it has mechanical problems that are difficult to resolve.

I once had a bike stolen that was awaiting new front and rear brake cables and at the time lived on a hill with a very busy road at the bottom... Would have liked to know how that one went.

Yossie

Unfortunately 6 stolen bikes points to a greater malaise my friend:

There used to be a habit of thieves noticing that you were a cyclist and so therefore having your bike off, thanks for coming.

They knew that you would get another on the insurance and so wait a few weeks and then come a' knocking again - as they knew your garage/shed/lock up set up from the first time it was a two second job to have your new bike away.

Nothing at all to do with insiders at the insurance company and all that constant churned out rubbish - just common thievin' sense.

May I suggest that when you get the new bike you put it elsewhere - ie in the house if poss (if the wife compalins just explain that you've had 6 stolen so far ad its just not funny anymore) or get a huge frig off chain and a ex- SAS trained rotty to guard it? Likelihood is that someone may come a knockin' .......

pauldavid

Several years ago I caught a youth(late teens I suspect) in my garage helping himself to my belongings after having broken into said garage.

When I caught he put his hands up and said "you've caught me mate, call the police", but I had a better idea.

I gave him a slap and tie wrapped his hands behind his back, popped him in the boot of my car before driving him 40 miles into the lovely North Yorkshire countryside and leaving him there miles from even the nearest village.

Never heard a word from either the scrote concerned or the police, and funnily enough never had my garage broken into since.

john-e-big-guns

pauldavid wrote:

Several years ago I caught a youth(late teens I suspect) in my garage helping himself to my belongings after having broken into said garage.

When I caught he put his hands up and said "you've caught me mate, call the police", but I had a better idea.

I gave him a slap and tie wrapped his hands behind his back, popped him in the boot of my car before driving him 40 miles into the lovely North Yorkshire countryside and leaving him there miles from even the nearest village.

Never heard a word from either the scrote concerned or the police, and funnily enough never had my garage broken into since.

Now that thats my kind of reaction..but 40mls would'nt be far enough more like the wilds of Scotland perhaps

GoldenBear

I hope you got him to pay for the 80 miles worth of fuel too?

Secteur

pauldavid wrote:

I gave him a slap and tie wrapped his hands behind his back, popped him in the boot of my car before driving him 40 miles into the lovely North Yorkshire countryside and leaving him there miles from even the nearest village.

Kidnap?

Doesn't that carry upto a life sentance??!! Or at least a good few years at Her Majesty's pleasure?

Somehow I think that's just a fanciful tale, but the thought made me smile!

pauldavid

Secteur wrote:

pauldavid wrote:

I gave him a slap and tie wrapped his hands behind his back, popped him in the boot of my car before driving him 40 miles into the lovely North Yorkshire countryside and leaving him there miles from even the nearest village.

Kidnap?

Doesn't that carry upto a life sentance??!! Or at least a good few years at Her Majesty's pleasure?

Somehow I think that's just a fanciful tale, but the thought made me smile!

Unfortunately he didn'y have any money on him so I had to stump for the fuel which is why we only went 40 miles.

Kidnap? I was just giving the poor fella a lift home.. :shock:

Fanciful tale, I think not. Pop round and have a go at my garage and see for yourself although as a word of warning I've got a dog now as well and he has a bit of an anger management issue the poor sod so shhhhhhhhh or you'll wake him

RideOnTime

Yossie wrote:

Unfortunately 6 stolen bikes points to a greater malaise my friend:

Let me explain. I exaggerate I think it's 5 and a half. 1) nicked from outside the station (1986) 2) nicked from bike shed at Uni halls. This was a good one when someone managed to clear the lot (1989). 3) from Sheffield City Centre. This was the half the bike was so well secured they took the wheels, saddle etc. (1991) 4) again in Sheffieild nicked from the shed in the garden of our house. Had no brakes though! 5) A bit more sinister cleared a locked garage of bikes, probably the same who returned and took the garage windows out to break into the car somewhile later (about 2000) and 6) the most recent removal.

A friend of mine has set a rap trap. Its an old bike that will probably collapse after a few miles... worth a thought.

Bobbinogs is right though you gotta let go...

deptfordmarmoset

Hmm, I think I now understand why they call Sheffield ''Steal City.''

izza

Where did you go to Uni?

I had same experience with whole shed of bikes going missing in 1989.

ductions

RideOnTime wrote:

Clearly I should be allowed to beat the c@ap out of this person but of course I can't and won't.

Because he stole a bike you should be allowed to physically harm the guy?

pauldavid wrote:

Several years ago I caught a youth(late teens I suspect) in my garage helping himself to my belongings after having broken into said garage.

When I caught he put his hands up and said "you've caught me mate, call the police", but I had a better idea.

I gave him a slap and tie wrapped his hands behind his back, popped him in the boot of my car before driving him 40 miles into the lovely North Yorkshire countryside and leaving him there miles from even the nearest village.

Never heard a word from either the scrote concerned or the police, and funnily enough never had my garage broken into since.

If that is for real then you really are a horrible human being.

Bobbinogs

ductions wrote:

RideOnTime wrote:

Clearly I should be allowed to beat the c@ap out of this person but of course I can't and won't.

Because he stole a bike you should be allowed to physically harm the guy?

Fine by me. Perhaps the modern way is to sit the chap down, offer him tea and biscuits and perhaps a safari abroad to reflect on his decisions...but I would still vote for a damn good thrashing any day of the week.

MaxwellBygraves

Bobbinogs wrote:

ductions wrote:

RideOnTime wrote:

Clearly I should be allowed to beat the c@ap out of this person but of course I can't and won't.

Because he stole a bike you should be allowed to physically harm the guy?

Fine by me. Perhaps the modern way is to sit the chap down, offer him tea and biscuits and perhaps a safari abroad to reflect on his decisions...but I would still vote for a damn good thrashing any day of the week.

What happened to being the bigger man/better person?

verylonglegs

Bobbinogs wrote:

ductions wrote:

RideOnTime wrote:

Clearly I should be allowed to beat the c@ap out of this person but of course I can't and won't.

Because he stole a bike you should be allowed to physically harm the guy?

Fine by me. Perhaps the modern way is to sit the chap down, offer him tea and biscuits and perhaps a safari abroad to reflect on his decisions...but I would still vote for a damn good thrashing any day of the week.

No, it's sounds like the modern way is to get on your knees and apologise profusely to the thief for daring to have posessions you've worked and paid for that you'd like to keep, I mean..how outrageous is that?!

RideOnTime

izza wrote:

Where did you go to Uni?

I had same experience with whole shed of bikes going missing in 1989.

Sheffield. Think there was a problem at the time!

OffTheBackAdam

pauldavid wrote:

Several years ago I caught a youth(late teens I suspect) in my garage helping himself to my belongings after having broken into said garage.

When I caught he put his hands up and said "you've caught me mate, call the police", but I had a better idea.

I gave him a slap and tie wrapped his hands behind his back, popped him in the boot of my car before driving him 40 miles into the lovely North Yorkshire countryside and leaving him there miles from even the nearest village.

Never heard a word from either the scrote concerned or the police, and funnily enough never had my garage broken into since.

Top man!