So I gave up for the night, and started to look into the Free Ride organization (www.freeride.org) where you can volunteer for a few hours a week for a free bike in return.
This morning, I was running late for work and had to choose taking the car over my own two feet. Maybe I could have gotten there faster walking, parking spaces are scarce in these parts.
Just as I resorted to parking in the Rite Aid lot, a ridiculously familiar yet somewhat defaced Huffy rounded the bend. You don't see too many mountain bikes on the streets of Pittsburgh. You don't see too many turquoise Huffy mountain bikes with the climbing bars removed and the logo stickers suspiciously peeled away in Pittsburgh..
I rarely act out on cynical situations as I try to see everyone as a decent person with a conscience. But something clicked. I pulled the key out of the ignition and bolted towards this man, towards this bike. As he turned down an alley, so did I. And just as he came into my view again I yelled;
"HEY! Where did you get that bike?"
He stopped, turned around and so some small convo happened. The scruffy, middle-aged dude apparently bought it from some kid on Howley Street for $25. I live near Howley. Howley is parallel to my backyard, where my bike was jacked, mind you. I explained this to him and he handed it back to me. Simple as that. I rode it to work, locked it up, rode it home, and locked it up again. Tying her up will become a neurotic trend of mine.
Though there is no way of saying whether or not this man was the culprit, my childhood friend remains in my arms, or under my butt.. I guess.
Bike Love.
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