Yesterday, I was going to blog about the fact that someone tried to steal my bike.

I'd ridden down to Temple Coffee yesterday morning to do some writing, and when I came out, I noticed the cable lock had been tampered with. Like someone had tried to cut through it, but only succeeded in making it through the rubber coating. It surprised me that anyone would attempt this in broad daylight in a busy area. But since the damage was very close to the combination mechanism, I also couldn't imagine that I hadn't noticed it when unlocking the bike at home or locking it before going into the coffee shop.

This morning, I'm blogging about the fact that the motherfucker succeeded. I went out this morning and the bike was gone, the cable cut through and left dangling from the wrought iron railing.

And of course, there's not a damn thing I can do about it. It never occurred to me to have the bike added to my renter's insurance. (Mainly because this is the first time I've ever had renter's insurance in my life, and I really don't think about it.) **Edit...  Turns out it wouldn't have mattered.  My deductible is $500, which is about twice what the bike cost.**

It's said that in the Old West, horse thieves were shot.

Kinda feeling nostalgic right now...


 
   

 


 
 
itsasecret on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Doesn't that just feel violating?  I remember how strange it felt when my car was stolen.  I can commiserate with your loss... except that I got my car back.  Sorry for your bike
cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Y'know, the funny thing is, I'm not reacting as badly as I should be.  Maybe it's because my depression was already bad this weekend to begin with.  But when I walked out and saw it was gone, I just stood there and sighed.  And then I put in a load of laundry.

It's almost like I expected it would happen, and I guess in reality, I did, on some level.

I've filed a police report, but I have no expectations of getting the bike back. 
edr on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Bring Bikes Inside.
cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Dangerously impractical, in my apartment.  The stairs up to my place are very narrow.  Trying to navigate a bike up or down them would likely result in a broken neck.
edr on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Then lock it in your car trunk.
cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
A) That never would have occurred to me.
B) I have a hatchback, which means that the bike would be visible, which means
C) I'd likely end up with a stolen bike AND a busted window in the car.

Me?  Pessimistic?  Naw.
edr on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
ok then. you're screwed till the end of time.
cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
I knew it!
edr on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Or you could gut it up and buy a Club  lock.
cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
How would a Club work on a bicycle?

 

No, I'd get this one.

 

edr on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Get a hardened steel bike lock that would take a blowtorch to cut through. No cable, hardened steel rod.
josiejunk on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
That totally sucks.
cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
And doesn't even swallow.
josiejunk on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
He might if you catch the guy that stole it.
masivemaple on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
I believe that in the Old West horse thieves were usually hanged...often in a somewhat irregular manner, granted.

 

Maybe what you really need is a crappier-looking bike that no one will want to steal.

cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Well, the irony is that I'm typically the kind of person to research stuff before I buy it.  But I didn't research bike locks.  I sort of just purchased one at the store as an afterthought.  "Oh, yeah, a lock is a good idea..."

 

Turns out that cable locks are little better than hemp rope when it comes to stealing bikes.  An article I just read yesterday said that even the best ones can be sawn through in about a minute.  Figures.

 

Further, had I known this beforehand, I'd have purchased a higher end lock... which actually come with insurance!  Some of them up to a few thousand dollars.  You better believe if I do buy another bike, I'll be investing in a much better lock.

saikotikgunman on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
You need a better lock... or a Glock.

And lots of caffeine.

Stay up and wait for the bastard to try again, and while the lock is slowing him down, the Glock comes into play.
cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
A baseball bat is a lot cheaper.  And a lot more therapeutic.  Something about pounding the shit out of someone that's much more cathartic than simply shooting them.
saikotikgunman on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Only if the thief doesn't have a baseball bat, or something better.
cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
True, but the same can be said for anything else.

saikotikgunman on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Which is why you aim for having the most firepower possible at your disposal.

12 gauge semi-automatic shotgun with a bayonet gives you options for almost anything.
siannon on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Our friend isn't a "firearms" carring person.  I can't see him with a "cap" gun let alone a Glock.. *L*

 

-S

cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
I don't currently own a baseball bat, either.
saikotikgunman on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
How about a shovel?
cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Er... no.  How about a pool cue?
saikotikgunman on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Flimsy.

Hatchet?
cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
Afraid not.  Plastic tent stake hammer?
saikotikgunman on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
A plastic hammer?

That's about as useful as a tissue paper condom.

How about a wrench?  If you've got a bike, you've probably got tools to work on it, right?
cardigan on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
More a mallet than a hammer, actually. Very solid. A blow to the head with it would hurt like a motherfucker, if not render you unconscious. I mean, it's made to pound stakes into the ground, after all, and works quite well for that purpose.

I had a bike for a month... until it got stolen. Hadn't yet purchased any tools for it.

But yeah... I've got "real" tools, including wrenches. Screwdivers. I've got a walking stick, too, which is much closer to the door than my toolbox.
saikotikgunman on
Re: Ah, the Good Old Days
A good hardwood walking stick would do the trick.

 
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