My wife reminded me this am about the time (mid 70's) I stole back a stolen bike that belonged to a friend of mine. Damn and I barely remember the incident, but back when I was heavily involved in bicycle racing, a member of our team had his racing bike stolen. He found an ad posted at another bike shop about this bike being for sale and it sounded very similar to his. He went and played looky loo, confirming it was infact his.
My wife and I jumped into our 69 VM camper and drove to the apt housing where the bike was. I told the seller that I wanted to give the bike a spin, which apparently they said sure. As soon as I got to the sidewalk, I gave my wife a thumbsup and took off. She scrambles away and picked me and the bike up a couple blocks away.
That evening, we apparently called the seller telling them we took the stolen bike back.
Ah........the good ole days.
My wife and I jumped into our 69 VM camper and drove to the apt housing where the bike was. I told the seller that I wanted to give the bike a spin, which apparently they said sure. As soon as I got to the sidewalk, I gave my wife a thumbsup and took off. She scrambles away and picked me and the bike up a couple blocks away.
That evening, we apparently called the seller telling them we took the stolen bike back.
Ah........the good ole days.