Not my bike but my neighbor's bike who lives at the end of the courtyard. I'm on a dead end street and people rarely take leisurely strolls down only to turn around and head back out unless they live on the block or knows someone who does. But a tall, skinny-jean guy starts chatting up with my neighbor about his bike, which is in his garage.
I assume they know each other so I go about my business washing my car and get ready to leave for dinner. As I'm pulling out of my driveway, the skinny guy rides by me on the bike while my neighbor runs after him while throwing his skateboard. Next thing I know, my neighbor's banging on my window and shouting, "That guy stole my bike! Can I get in your car? Could you go after him?"
At this point, the thief and bike are two blocks down the street. I unlock my doors and then realize, what the hell am I doing? I can't run stop signs and red lights following a cyclist. I felt bad for my neighbor but honestly, he shouldn't have let a stranger test ride his bike. Not everyone is a thief but you never know.
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