That was one of the things that got me thinking about something being broken in our world. I found my bike locked up with new fenders in the city I was living in, I called the police, told them I was standing in front of my stolen bike and I would like them to come and chop the lock. But no, nothing. They said they could do nothing. And I had to go to work, and the bike was gone. Until I forgot to get a present for Christmas for my brother, went to a bikeshop to get him something. And in the back of the workshop my bike was hanging there!! Told the story to the guy, and he said he found it outside his shop and took it in, because he had done some work on it and found it strange to be there with no lock when he closed the shop one day. And two days later I walk in. Went home to find some paperwork that the bike was mine and got it back. A roller coaster!