Tonight I rescued a stolen bike that belongs to my friend Abe.
Thed and I saw some kid riding it up Detroit as we were leaving the Happy Dog.
Unmistakable: sky blue Schwinn Madison with a dowel rod for handlebar.
And the helmet -- Abe's helmet: stark black with no decals -- hanging from those handlebars.
We followed, down to 65th and then a right.
The kid stopping at a house.
Side door opens and the bike begins to disappear.
A confrontation, brief, not particularly heated.
A walk then an exchange.
The bike is returned.
Thed and I walk back with three bikes.
Now I own Abe's bike.
In a nutshell.
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1 comment:
Wow. So I guess that's why you didn't call me. Congratulations on getting a new bike.
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