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The both joyful and sad moment of recovering stolen property

About 6 months ago, 3 dudes jumped me because they cut in front of me at a pizza place, and when I asked them not to, the bartender saw them threaten me and he kicked them out. It’s still weird to me. Fractured ribs. They stole my mountain bike.

Flash to a week ago and the same year, color and approximate size bike with the same modifications is on Craigslist. Woohoo! Just need to plot a fake buy get non emergency PD to back me up and take it back. Well the seller ignored my emails, and the emails from a fake account. No contact info, puts me at a dead end.

Today, desperate, I post an ad pointing out the first ad and essentially begging the person who likely bought it to contact me. And wouldn’t you know it, they did. Even though I didn’t have to give him a thing, I agreed on the phone to give him his costs. And in person I threw in an extra $30, although I got the sense that he knew it was stolen and with my new craigslist ad he knew he couldn’t sell it, and it made me want to retract the extra.

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The other frustrating part is that the shitheads who touched my bike in the last 6 months have destroyed it. Seriously messed with the seat tube, thrown out the nice parts I put on it. Shit...

Definitely bittersweet. I’ve got an emotional connection to it but it’s barely my bike any more.

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