Just had something happening to me, one of those hard to come by often... so, had my bike locked in Mare street, just next to the Job centre. Had it locked on the job centre bike racks, locked frame and rear wheel with an Abus D-lock, something very quick, nevertheless, safeish (there's normally security on the door of the Job Centre). Took me around 20/25mins to do my shit and leave, only to find my front wheel missing!! Got in straight to the JC and asked the securities if they had seen anything/one.... 'lol, bare jokes, innit!?..', there was of the security guys very helpful, quite frustrated for being there i suppose. He tells me I should go to the Police in Hackney and report it, but 'it's only your front wheel, are you sure you want to arsed about it?', 1sec. later 2 bike cops come out of nowhere, I start shouting as if the building is on fire, the wholetrafficstoppedsortofshouting.
By now it had been no more than 5/6mins since I had arrived to find the wheel gone, the Police was already next to my bike, asking me my date of birth, NIN, etc... whateva, and then SNAP! Sergeant Chris Scott takes a look at my rear wheel and goes something like this: 'Wait a fucking minute, is your front wheel a Gold HHSB (read Velocity) with a white Panaracer, black spokes!??', I go 'ya damn rite it is', he goes 'Shit man, just saw it down the road next to Broadway Market, some geezer was carrying it, struggling to hold both wheel and can of K', 'give me 5min, don't go anywhere, I'll sort this shit out'. I'm all like 'WTF!?' at this point, call my girlfriend saying that my wheel has been nicked, I am disappoint, etc.., when... SNAP!!, Sergeant Chris Scott appears on the horizon, and yes, he had recovered my front wheel. We all had a group hug, I promise to represent some pints and smokes next time, he gave me his card, maybe he wants to be my friend on Facebook, I don't know.
I am not disappoint : D
Just had something happening to me, one of those hard to come by often... so, had my bike locked in Mare street, just next to the Job centre. Had it locked on the job centre bike racks, locked frame and rear wheel with an Abus D-lock, something very quick, nevertheless, safeish (there's normally security on the door of the Job Centre). Took me around 20/25mins to do my shit and leave, only to find my front wheel missing!! Got in straight to the JC and asked the securities if they had seen anything/one.... 'lol, bare jokes, innit!?..', there was of the security guys very helpful, quite frustrated for being there i suppose. He tells me I should go to the Police in Hackney and report it, but 'it's only your front wheel, are you sure you want to arsed about it?', 1sec. later 2 bike cops come out of nowhere, I start shouting as if the building is on fire, the wholetrafficstoppedsortofshouting.
By now it had been no more than 5/6mins since I had arrived to find the wheel gone, the Police was already next to my bike, asking me my date of birth, NIN, etc... whateva, and then SNAP! Sergeant Chris Scott takes a look at my rear wheel and goes something like this: 'Wait a fucking minute, is your front wheel a Gold HHSB (read Velocity) with a white Panaracer, black spokes!??', I go 'ya damn rite it is', he goes 'Shit man, just saw it down the road next to Broadway Market, some geezer was carrying it, struggling to hold both wheel and can of K', 'give me 5min, don't go anywhere, I'll sort this shit out'. I'm all like 'WTF!?' at this point, call my girlfriend saying that my wheel has been nicked, I am disappoint, etc.., when... SNAP!!, Sergeant Chris Scott appears on the horizon, and yes, he had recovered my front wheel. We all had a group hug, I promise to represent some pints and smokes next time, he gave me his card, maybe he wants to be my friend on Facebook, I don't know.
I am not disappoint : D