Dude, where's my bike?

We had a bike sitting right here until yesterday. One of our neighbors pointed out that our bike had been stolen along with his and a few other bikes in our complex. We had two other bikes in the back that didn't get taken. But I think the joke is on the thief, because the bike they took had no brakes. It was also Randy's favorite bike, but what can you do? Randy rode around with a golf club looking for his bike but no luck. We filed a police report but I'm pretty sure we'll never see it again. In the last place we lived my CD player was stolen out of my car while I was at church. So I hope this doesn't become a trend in every place we move to.