I felt like this last summer when my SO’s brand new bike was stolen off our porch. They also took the lock from my bike. Shitheads.
It turned up in California, and the police called us because it had a campus registration sticker. They were like, “Do you want to come pick it up?” And we’re like “Yeah, sure, we’ll drive all the way from northern Colorado to get a bike.” Uh huh. The gas money would cost more than the bike did; plus, bike in the back seat of my car=not much space and fear of being brained by a handlebar. /coolstorybro