What a wild ride.
I posted here, called the cops, called insurance, and took it like that cartoon dog sitting in a room on fire remarking "this is fine" with an otherwise vacant expression.
My girlfriend, meanwhile, took it like a death in the family, but she did something I didn't do: post on the local neighborhood community page on Facebook. Learned that my bike is a bit of a local celebrity. Plenty of people have admired that bike, photographed it to show their friends and family, and one fellow even said hearing my bike run makes him feel better about his equally loud old truck.
Enter last Thursday. My girlfriend had since calmed down, and now I was freaking out. I was within a hair's breadth of stringing up Christmas lights and trying to communicate with my bike like it had been pulled into the upside-down, but my lovely girlfriend's gambit had just paid off big time: Fiona, my wonderful velvet green 2003 Bullet, turned up across town.
Ignition and left toolbox lock had been gouged out with the world's largest screwdriver, and the toolboxes had been scraped up pretty good, but she started and ran. Sucker made off with my license plate, but I honestly don't think they were able to start the little thumper.
We might even have a possible suspect, but I don't think that's going to bear fruit.
Anyone know of a good substitute for velvet green touch up paint?
Topic: Stolen bullet in Saint Paul, MN [RECOVERED!] (Read 9493 times)