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I once got my front wheel nicked from outside my work, some 5 miles from my house. In the flat below us lived a gang of wee scrotes whose parents enacted minimal parental control whilst the kids would harvest whatever bits they could easily pinch. I make it home eventually and my actual wheel is sitting outside their front door along with one of their own shitty Halfords nedmobiles, so I get my wheel back and “borrow” theirs. Flatmate and I completely disassemble their bike and leave it outside the front door, probably just making it easier for them to part it out rather than exacting sweet revenge.
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I once got my flat broken into, they didn't take our bikes. The next day I walked out the front door to head to work with one of the bikes that had been in the flat in hand and some random bloke skulking around the road complimented me on it. Assume he was probably the robber.