So all this started this past Saturday. The bike crew was hanging at mccarren park drinking it up,pre gaming before we went to the red hook crit. Sometime between the park and the redhook crit,someone jacked(street lingo for stole) G's fuji bike. Lets blame drunk irish Shawn,but that in itself is another story.Fast forward to today(Thursday) i get a call from larry the fox telling me he saw G's bike on the move around northern williamsburg area,the same area it was last seen. Apparently it never left the neighborhood.Now this is a pretty large sized bike,with time pedals that require bike shoes with clips. Some really short dude was riding it,in sneakers,barely moving because of the large size. he must have been about 5 and a half max feet while g is about 6 feet.im in manhattan trying to fucking make it to work ,but i turn around and blast over the bridge. i call C.J's who's also heard about the bike being in williamsburg and hes en route to the area.Heather calls me and tells me the same story,and so all the snap boys who work in the area are also are on call ,riding around looking for the bike.in a matter of minutes we ride in circles looking for this fuji bike with a pink aerospoked front wheel what you can't miss.let me tell you, trying to find a bike in NYC is a hit or miss deal. its either moved out the area from where it was stolen fast or some dummy hangs on to it hoping to make a quick buck. ayways i guess larry saw the dude and was somehow able to get his phone number. me personally i would have locked up the bike and held on to it no matter what.whatever, so we ride around with no luck and ,im just about to give up and i come up with a plan. genius,if i may say so myself. if it works we get the bike, or no bike forever if i scare him away. i call him a couple of times and get a machine. on the third try i call and make up a story. i tell him on the machine that i saw him drop some cash out his pocket and also a piece of paper with his number on it. i tell him im a cab driver and im at the diner on metropolitan and union eating. i tell him to hurry cause i gotta keep going.well,well,well,-ha he bites and actually calls me back.he thanks me and says he needs whatever he droped.i mean are you kidding? i just made up that story ,bro! i call the dont steal bikes bro armada which had now doubled and tell them to meet me on union and metropolitan. i tell them to keep back cause if he sees a whole bunch of bikes he might get scared and dissapear.about half an hour passes and he calls. i tell him im inside the dinner,not sure why he believed me ,because i was across the street casing out the joint.well hes about 5 feet from me,and the bike was behind me.and hes also checking out the dinner to see if its a set up. i call larry and they start walking towards me. im still not noticing the bike or the dude. i have no idea where he is but he's right next to me.so i see the dont steal bikes crew walking towards me and waving and i'm trying to figure sh*t out.the bike thief was right next to me,bike not far away.ha. well we took the bike from him,verbally abused him,yelled"don't steal bikes bro"! and left him stuttering. it was right next to the police prescient to it wasn't necessary to get into a violent situation. To make story short,bike stole,bike spotted,bike recovered via old skool cell phones and a little detective work and a little deception. we stole back the stolen bike case closed. bike found. i even made it back to work!,booooom!
the "dont steal bikes bro" in this case /Victor,C.J. Larry the fox, G, Tone, Hugo,Heather,Tone, Drumstick