thom9719
05-17-2008, 04:23 AM
Soooooooo, where to start. on the 4th of may, my bike got jacked. It was a Transition Double 4X race bike. It was pimped, and I was bummed it was gone.
here I am with my bike.
http://transitionbikes.com/Gallery/Gallery_KTWallride1.jpg
tonight (5/16) My girlfriend Ruth, my friend Adam and myself went to the bars. We ended up at this bar called the corner club. We were sitting there for all of 2 minutes when two guys walk in and sit at the bar beside us. they start talking to adam and eventually the conversation turns to bikes. adam asks what kind of bikes this guy has, and he proceeds to describe MY BIKE TO ME! I played along ang got his name and number and told him we needed to ride. he was pretty drunk, but I think he started to get suspicious as I was asking a LOT of questions about the bike, so he tried to reassure me by telling me he was a police officer for the city of moscow. I said ok, and we left the bar.
as soon as I rounded the door, I called the cops. 2 minutes later they show up, and I tell them what happened and the guys name. they all know him. they didn;t know his current residence, but apparently he is a known crank dealer who has a history of assault, resisting arrest, robbery, etc. they say there isn't much they can do about my bike and are about to leave when he leaves the bar. they follow him and start talking to him about a block away in the parking lot of another bar. we just watched from a distance. after they cleared, we went to that bar and I started talking to the bartender who was wondering what was happening. I told him all about the night and my bike. he said he had seen that bike at the bar about 2 days ago. he said the guy is bad news, but lives about 2 blocks away. I sent ruth and adam home, and I started running to this guys house. I called the cops on the way and they said they were already there.
he lives at a halfway home, and the cops wanted me to come try to identify some parts, there were a bunch of frames, but they didn't see my bike. I looked at a mini chop shop worth of parts, but didn;t see anything that belonged to me, so I walked outside. as I was about to leave, the manager lady of the house told us to come inside again. she opened the door to the bathroom and their was my double! I was stoked! we took it to the cop station and I filled out a bunch of forms about the night and gave my official statement. they arrested the guy and said I should be able to get my bike back on monday morning!
I am so stoked right now. I get my bike back and the thief is behind bars. the moral of this story, if you steal my stuff, don't tell me about it!
Sorry for no pictures, but expect more riding pics as soon as I get her back!
Kyle,
here I am with my bike.
http://transitionbikes.com/Gallery/Gallery_KTWallride1.jpg
tonight (5/16) My girlfriend Ruth, my friend Adam and myself went to the bars. We ended up at this bar called the corner club. We were sitting there for all of 2 minutes when two guys walk in and sit at the bar beside us. they start talking to adam and eventually the conversation turns to bikes. adam asks what kind of bikes this guy has, and he proceeds to describe MY BIKE TO ME! I played along ang got his name and number and told him we needed to ride. he was pretty drunk, but I think he started to get suspicious as I was asking a LOT of questions about the bike, so he tried to reassure me by telling me he was a police officer for the city of moscow. I said ok, and we left the bar.
as soon as I rounded the door, I called the cops. 2 minutes later they show up, and I tell them what happened and the guys name. they all know him. they didn;t know his current residence, but apparently he is a known crank dealer who has a history of assault, resisting arrest, robbery, etc. they say there isn't much they can do about my bike and are about to leave when he leaves the bar. they follow him and start talking to him about a block away in the parking lot of another bar. we just watched from a distance. after they cleared, we went to that bar and I started talking to the bartender who was wondering what was happening. I told him all about the night and my bike. he said he had seen that bike at the bar about 2 days ago. he said the guy is bad news, but lives about 2 blocks away. I sent ruth and adam home, and I started running to this guys house. I called the cops on the way and they said they were already there.
he lives at a halfway home, and the cops wanted me to come try to identify some parts, there were a bunch of frames, but they didn't see my bike. I looked at a mini chop shop worth of parts, but didn;t see anything that belonged to me, so I walked outside. as I was about to leave, the manager lady of the house told us to come inside again. she opened the door to the bathroom and their was my double! I was stoked! we took it to the cop station and I filled out a bunch of forms about the night and gave my official statement. they arrested the guy and said I should be able to get my bike back on monday morning!
I am so stoked right now. I get my bike back and the thief is behind bars. the moral of this story, if you steal my stuff, don't tell me about it!
Sorry for no pictures, but expect more riding pics as soon as I get her back!
Kyle,