My only bike (it has risers on it now) was stolen tonight outside of Transistor after I was beat up by a group of guys. I don’t have a car, my only mode of transportation is my bicycle. Blah blah blah.
I saw my friend being pushed, I tried to talk people down, but quickly realized that I was just making the group louder, bigger, and rowdier, so I walked away and did some track stands by myself watching what was going on. Some people started throwing punches and shit. Blah blah blah.
After it calmed down, I yelled out loud, in typical Mikey Wally fashion, that anyone, MY FRIEND’S OR NOT, that threw any punches, was a pussy and they should leave because they were ruining the even for everyone. I made my case clear that I wanted nothing to do with either side.
Then the some guy came up and asked me one of those, “are you trying to start shit,” things, and I said, “no,” and then I got punched in the face, and then a big guy grabbed my around then neck, and then a bunch of guys started punching me. I didn’t throw any punches because I thought If I held out they wouldn’t give a shit and give up, which they did.
None of the punches hit me that good. I came out with a bruised face, and a bloody lip, but without my bicycle.
After I was punched I only had one way out down the alley. If I would have walked toward my bicycle I think I would have caused more fighting. So I left and, begrudgingly, called the police. After I flagged them down and got back to Transistor, my bike was gone.
I want my bicycle back, but I don’t want a war.
I have seen these guys many times before in different places. They look familiar and I know I’m going to see them again.
I also know people are going to see my bike? Hopefully . . . ? I want my bike back.
If you have any information, please help me out. Like I said, I don’t have a car. Like I didn’t say, that bike meant more than I can say right now. Part of me is gone. I don’t want to get “beat up,” over losing a possession, but my bicycle was a means for me to express myself. It was my favorite way to express myself and I’m really sad. Now my trackpad is all fucked up because I cried on it. Help me out if you can, any info.
firstname.lastname@example.org or if you know me a little better you have my number.
That’s is my bike, but it was stolen with a short stem, risers with red grips, a Brooks saddle, MKS sylvan peddles with Soma double straps, and a virgin mary sticker on the top tube.
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