Apparently the bike gods are looking down on me.
Today, as I was wrapping up all the odds and ends in Austin before I leave on Friday, 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). That was all it took and I took off running to catch him, screaming louder than I thought possible (and with more profanity than I thought I knew). Another guy, my new friend, ran to catch him and threw his water bottle at him but the bike-thief was going so fast.
My new friend and I walked back to the bus. A guy on a BMX bike stopped and asked what happened. He said he'd keep an eye out. A guy in a car pulled up and asked what happened. We made it back to the bus and everyone got off to catch the next one. One guy said to me "I have an extra bike if you need it." I told him I had another one I could use. My friend and another couple of guys stayed on the bus. The two other guys said they "wanted to see what happened." Finally everyone got off and the police came. The next part is the most shocking.
They caught him! Apparently we make quite the spectacle and other people called in and the police took off on foot to catch the guy on 38th and Lamar. In the span of just a few minutes this guy crossed a huge intersection and headed for the woods. The police drove me to where the bike was and I identified the bike-thief. We loaded the bike in the car and the police drove me home, where I safely stored it in my apartment.
What gets me about this story? I asked the police what would happen to him and he said because the bike was only worth $200 it would be a Class B misdemeanor but because he also ran away from them there would be another charge of a Class A misdemeanor. In addition, he was in violation of his parole for burglary so he would likely serve additional time for that. Clearly, this guy, who was very skinny and sun-burnt, has issues. Earlier in the day I gave a young woman a quarter at the bus stop for bus fare. I gave her a break, not knowing if she deserved it or not. Had this guy ever been given a break? What sort of environment is he a product of that he would be so brazen, make so many mistakes so many times? Would a little compassion do him any good or is he just a "bad" seed? I also question how everything aligned in such a way that these events transpired the way they did. I could have just as easily been in my apartment and would not have noticed for hours.
Lord, I don't know. But I have to think that this is a reminder to me that the world is not so warm and fuzzy as I sometimes like to think. I am moving to Washington DC and I will be buying a U-lock for both my bikes.