Getting your bike stolen and stealing bikes

Ever had your bike stolen? What did you do about it? Did you get it back?

Ever stole a bike? How did it feel? How does it feel now?

Since you guys like stories about black people here's something that happened to my aunt. She lived next door to a black family. They were kinda peculiar. They'd often come over and ask for things. One time she came over to ask for dish soap. The incident that fucking shocked me was the time my aunt had just come home from getting her groceries. As she pulled into the driveway the black woman was waiting next door. My aunt had popped the trunk, and the black woman was heading straight for it. My aunt walks over to the trunk and the black lady already looking around at the goods says, we love steak. So she picks up the two biggest pieces and walks off towards her house. My aunt was mindboggled. WTF just happened? She was thinking maybe she was showing it to her husband. She was kinda wierd after all. So she waited, but she never came back. My aunt thought she could've at least said "Thank you" so that she would know not to expect it back. True story, unfortunately.