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Thursday
Dec152011

Park Slope Parents Steal Their Own Bike Back



Photo via NewHiker.com

The Brooklyn Paper recently reported that a Park Slope dad took matters into his own hands after his family's bike was taken from it's usual parking spot in Park Slope and relocated to somewhere in Ditmas Park. Parent turned people's militia up in here, people. Apparently the cops were called and they said they couldn't do anything unless he had a serial number and proof of purchase for the bike (who keeps that shit?). But then the 5-0 supposedly hinted that the lock didn't seem like it would be too tough to cut, with the right tool. After a short trip to the hardware store, the family rode away into the sunset, back on their trusty steed. 

My main question when I heard this story was, how the hell did the guy know it was his bike? 

Then came the photos... 

Photo by Elizabeth Graham via the Brooklyn Paper

OH WAIT. He's got one of those bikes with the wooden box attached to the front that looks like some weird wheelbarrow/torture chamber. And it's orange. SIGH.

I feel pretty good that justice (probably) got served here, but I'm still sort of visually-offended and concerned about hauling your children around in what looks like a less-safe version of those mobile Italian Ice carts. For the thousands of dollars Park Slope parents pay for strollers that bascially teach their infants Pythagorean theorem, I'd think that we would have some qualms about sticking Tommy and Susie in a giant, man-powered, mobile crate to get from point A to point B. 

Once when I was about 7, I stole a single Starlight Mint from those bins in the grocery store (which are practically like free samples, BTW) and my mom made me take it back and apologize to the store manager. So what did I learn from this story? That my parents were way lame.  

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