Every bike I've owned has been stolen, ripped off, taken, taken by aliens, gone baby gone, last seen, missing, gone walkabout . . . Whatever the case, having a bike stolen is truly crappy. And if you're like me, my bike, at various times in my life, was my only mode of transportation. Well, besides … Continue reading Fifteen Bikes Went to the Fence. Twelve Came Out. Thieves Took the Rest.