Stolen

So we went to go shopping tonight and happened to pull into a parking spot right in front of a green bike. Jason took one look at it and told me he was taking it home. I told him to at least wait and see if it had an owner.
We shopped a bit and came out about 30 minutes later. The bike was still there, so guess what my husband did. He hopped on it, waved good-bye to me and rode home. So we now have 2 bikes sitting on the rack outside.


Okay, so before anyone begins to think negatively of my husband, the last time we went to Tucson he rode his bike down to the school to meet us and left it near one of the outer building. When we got back 2 weeks later it was gone. He searched for it, asked campus police and did what he could, but we never found it. Today we just happened to pull into a parking spot right in front of it. We quickly surveyed it to make sure it was the right one. It had a broken water bottle mount, broken pedals, a busted seat, a little worse than it had been last year, and the same marking, style, handle grips and everything else. So it was ours.
I went in and asked the management (who happen to be friends of ours) if they knew who it "belonged" to, not wanting to take something that had been sold in good faith. They had never seen it before, but knew that it had been dropped there the day before. Jason was outside waiting for the "owner". One of the guys (a huge & tall guy) offered to go sit on it and say it was his. I laughed picturing my husband's face when he saw him.
Anyway when we finished shopping he rode it home. So we have two bikes now. . . again. It's nice. (course his is going to take a nice wad of cash to get back into good repair, but such is life).