Dang, that's just sad.

The first bike I bought as an adult got stolen the second day I had it, when my roommate took it out for a ride, put it on the front lawn and ran inside to get his asthma inhaler, and came back out two minutes later to find it wasn't there. Hello and goodbye. I spent the next month gawking out my car window at every cyclist, hoping to see my bike.

I was just telling my BF that instead of driving the three miles to the Twins games, and paying 15 bucks to park we should ride our bikes. Well, maybe not...

I am always paranoid about locking my bike up somewhere, even my klunky old sears cruiser. I try to keep in in sight if I'm, say, at the bookstore or a cafe or something, I'll keep going to the window to check if it's still there.

I don't have a lock for my road bike because I never leave it outside when I'm not right next to it.

I have heard many stories first hand of people who have recovered their bikes, but you have to be ballsy enough to approach the person who has it.

Go to the Mpls. Bike Love website, they have a section on stolen bikes.

Good luck!
Kate