Lost and Found: How to Get Your Stolen Bike Back

A few weeks ago, while I was working late in my shop, someone walking by the shop saw my bakfiets cargo bike parked out front and decided to steal it.

The bike was locked to itself using a rear wheel lock – so this enterprising crook had to pick up the 70lbs beast and haul it away on one wheel.

I was so absorbed in my work at the time I ignored the bumping and rattling taking place in front of the shop (my neighbors did too!) only to emerge at 9:30 p.m. and see that my cargo bike was missing.

My First Reaction

My first reaction after I saw my bike was gone was to go on the hunt. I got on another bike, rode around the neighborhood, down into the local freeway on-ramps, bridge overpasses, and camping spots to look for local junkies trying to strip my bike for parts. A Park Tool pedal wrench and a ton of adrenaline were my only weapons.

It was pointless: all the camps I saw from days before had moved on. I didn’t see a soul. Well, I did meet one person: a young man, also on the hunt for his own stolen bike (!). It was a white fixed gear bike, he said. I promised to keep an eye out; I returned to my shop at 10:30 p.m. deeply panicked. A phone call and text message chain later with a couple of friends helped me develop an action plan to get my bike back. I recalled a similar incident with a stolen cargo bike in Venice – my friend Layne Kagay, owner of CETMA Cargo, had one of his hand made cargo bikes stolen. Layne went bananas online, and in person, and has a considerable social network – and after a few days, the thief felt the heat and had a third party return the cargo bike.

The Good News

The good news: I got my bike back the very next day! Why was I able to get it back?

  • First, I had several (many, actually) images of me and the bike.
  • Second, my bike is very, very, unique in my community and I ride it absolutely everywhere – people identify me by my unique bicycle.
  • Third, I own a small business and I’ve run hundreds and hundreds of free community events, rides, meetings, and rallies over the past 10 years. My social network, and social media network, is sizeable and a lot of the people who know and follow me online live very close by.
  • Fourth, I registered the bike online years ago with a detailed description, serial number, and photos on Bike Index and I used this to file a police report the day after the bike was stolen.
  • Last, but not least, I hit the search for my bike *hard* and with every ounce of energy I could muster and would not stop spreading the word until something happened. Online on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook the image I made was retweeted, and re-posted far and wide (from my kids school PTA; to my friends from high school I haven’t seen in years; a national professional bike mechanics association; to many local newsgroups and forums). In person, I got an old busted color printer working and printed a bunch of color images up; slept on the floor of my shop; woke up at the crack of dawn and posted the flyers all over the immediate neighborhood.

Every wino, truck driver, house wife, school kid, friend, acquaintance, OG, hoodlum, abuelita, and random passerby quickly found out that “that bike guy” was looking for his (my) stolen bike.

As with Layne Kagay’s cargo bike, and so many other bikes, the theft was not done by an elite team of bike thieves from a spy thriller. The theft of my bike was a crime of opportunity and was done by a local person stealing from a neighbor – a very common scenario.

The Reunion
The morning after: after filing a police report, heading back from breakfast, I got a phone call from a local guy who says, “Hey man, I know where your bike is at. Meet me at your shop.”

The local guy had gotten a call from some friends late last night, “Hey fool, we got this crazy bike over here. It’s real long like a wheel barrow. XXXXXX stumbled home with it drunk after that party at XXXXXX’s house. Fifty bucks.”

“Dog, I knew it was your bike. Then I saw it blowing up on Instagram and I seen you with your kid on it all the time. So, I can help you get it back.”

“Cool man.” I ran to the cash register, pulled out $100 and slapped it in his hand. “Take me to my bike. I just want my bike.”

A half-mile away, across the Metro tracks, we rolled up to a faded green Craftsman house. The sound of the 110 freeway, the smell of dog poop warming up in the morning sun and dew on the bushes and packed dirt.

“I’ll be right back,” said the local guy.

And back he came: holding the rear end aloft, stumbling down the driveway.

“Hey, so, how do you drive this thing anyway?”

I popped the key in the rear wheel lock and took a quick look at the bike. I got my baby back. 18 hours of hell, but I got my bakfiets back.

I bought the local guy a BMX bike from one of my wholesale connections. He’d never had a new bike before in his adult life, he said, and his fixie had just been stolen a few days before.

My wife and a good friend had followed my Twitter trail and one of them snapped a photo. It’s silly. I look like a goof ball, but that is not me play-acting. I can’t afford another bakfiets, and this machine means more to me than literally every other possession I own. It is how I live my life, how I stay fit, and happy – and I got it back!

“So, you found it?”

“Hey, I heard you found your bike! Awesome!”

“How did you get it back?”

<<┬┐Le encuentro?>>

Since getting my bike back, the wave of news about its theft has traveled into the phones, computer screens, and minds of thousands of local people. Friends have gotten in touch with me that I’d lost contact with. Strangers who’ve seen me ride by for years have stopped to chat and share their stolen bike story and listen to mine.

A week later, an LAPD cruiser passed by a restaurant I was having lunch in – and stopped to check the bike out! They had an APB in their car about my stolen (and returned!) bike. Word had gotten out. I thanked the officers profusely, showed them evidence I was the owner (their console had my Instagram image on it!), and even filled out a commendation form and mailed it in on their behalf.

I lost a lot of sleep, a month or two off my life due to stress, but I found out the key to getting your bike back isn’t about just registering it and filing a police report: it’s about fighting against the despair of loss; and having a social network that can come through for you the way you have for others.

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  1. Susan Rocha
    Posted July 9, 2016 at 11:48 am | Permalink

    Congratulaions on getting your bike back. It is more than a bike. It is part of your heart. Congratulations! Susan

  2. Irene Pereira
    Posted July 9, 2016 at 5:41 pm | Permalink

    Hey, cuz, I enjoyed so much what you wrote. I prayed it would be returned. Thank you, Jesus. Would love to see you and your family someday. Look me up when you come to Kona. Adam, Julie and sons did. God bless you. I am so glad to hear you are doing what you enjoy.

  3. Blue
    Posted July 12, 2016 at 5:18 pm | Permalink

    What a Wonderful Wild World We have!

    People care. We will always care.

    May you Fly on Wings of Peace and Love Forever.

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