A friend of mine had his bike stolen in Oxford. Someone came and took all the bikes at my house one night (except mine, because mine was awful and worthless). M

A friend of mine had his bike stolen in Oxford. Someone came and took all the bikes at my house one night (except mine, because mine was awful and worthless). My friend later spotted the bike being ridden by a homeless man in the city. He was riding his other bike and made chase. The thief tried to outrun him, but my friend was on his racing bike. When he started to ring the police and describe his location, the thief dropped the bike and ran. I don't think I've ever seen a more proud looking man when he returned home that evening with two bikes. At least this one bike, on this one occasion, stayed in Oxford.