When I was about 12 or 13 my bike was stolen right out of the garage. A week later I was sitting in my front yard petting my dog, as this dude drives past my house on my bike! I stood up to get a closer look and I saw my chain still wrapped underneath the seat. (It was loosely on, the thief could have just taken it off making it somewhat less identifiable, especially if he planned to drive it in front of my house!)
So I ran in the backyard to tell my Dad, he grabs grandma's Oldsmobile keys and flys around the corner (hub cap actually flew off the car... classic) he catches up to the kid around the corner and intimidates him to get off the bike. He had a copy of my chain lock key on his key chain and asked the kid what the odds were of his key working. Well the key worked, and by this point the kid wet his pants. Literally. He wet his pants. My Dad took the bike back, followed him home and called the cops... Moron. I wonder how long he was out of juvy before getting himself into a real prison.
Thieves leave get-away vehicle running - hilarity ensues
