We heard the most incredible bike story last week from one of our riders, Emily, who also writes a blog called Going Carless. Check out her blog for the whole story, but here’s an excerpt:
I walked to the bus stop on 34th and Guadalupe to catch the #1 to South Congress to close my Austin CarShare account. After standing in the heat for a few minutes, I boarded the bus and looked at the bike loaded on the front rack. Out of my surprise I took a long look and decided it was my bike- same leopard-print seat, same rack, pouch, single sun-bleached bungy chord. He must have stolen it from my apartment a few blocks away and boarded at 35th, the stop before where I got on. I told the bus driver and she asked if I wanted to call the police. She did and we pulled over at 30th and waited with the back-door closed. As I was staring in disbelief, a man ran past us to the front-door and grabbed the bike. I jumped off and said “that’s my bike!” to which he responded “no it’s not” and rode off in a hurry (because it was my bike and he was stealing it).
Amazingly, the police caught the thief a few minutes later.