Having read on here the stories about bike being nicked, I thought I'd share a story of what happened to my mum's partner...
My mum's a bit of an ageing hippy (I'm 37) and about 15 years ago she backpacked around the world. On her travels she met a bloke from Nepal (about 5' 3" and built like a brick shithouse) and to cut a long story short, came back to the UK with him (yes they are still together!). Obviously he can't drive in the UK, so my mum buys him a cheap mountain bike, which is his pride and joy. One day he cycles to work and pops into a newsagents to buy some fags, leans his bike against window and the next moment sees it vanishing down the road. Well what do you do? He's Nepalese and his understanding of UK law is a bit rusty... So he does what every law abiding citizen would do, he tries to flag down a passing car. As you can imagine everyone ignores him, but a car does eventually stop and without asking he gets in and tells the driver in broken English his bikes been nicked. The startled driver agrees to go down the road and eventually the bike is spotted turning into a local estate. By the time they get there, the bike has disappeared, so my mums boyfriend gets out of the car and runs down an alley... Just at the moment he gets to the end of the alley the nicked bike with rider turns the corner and cycles past my mums boyfriend. At this moment bike and rider are suddenly parted. Thief has a sudden moment of enlightenment at which point he says "sorry mate", following which he gets a quick kick to the face described as "nose go crack and much blood". Owner and bike reunited...
Having read on here the stories about bike being nicked, I thought I'd share a story of what happened to my mum's partner...
My mum's a bit of an ageing hippy (I'm 37) and about 15 years ago she backpacked around the world. On her travels she met a bloke from Nepal (about 5' 3" and built like a brick shithouse) and to cut a long story short, came back to the UK with him (yes they are still together!). Obviously he can't drive in the UK, so my mum buys him a cheap mountain bike, which is his pride and joy. One day he cycles to work and pops into a newsagents to buy some fags, leans his bike against window and the next moment sees it vanishing down the road. Well what do you do? He's Nepalese and his understanding of UK law is a bit rusty... So he does what every law abiding citizen would do, he tries to flag down a passing car. As you can imagine everyone ignores him, but a car does eventually stop and without asking he gets in and tells the driver in broken English his bikes been nicked. The startled driver agrees to go down the road and eventually the bike is spotted turning into a local estate. By the time they get there, the bike has disappeared, so my mums boyfriend gets out of the car and runs down an alley... Just at the moment he gets to the end of the alley the nicked bike with rider turns the corner and cycles past my mums boyfriend. At this moment bike and rider are suddenly parted. Thief has a sudden moment of enlightenment at which point he says "sorry mate", following which he gets a quick kick to the face described as "nose go crack and much blood". Owner and bike reunited...