Amongst all the tales of heartbreak on here I thought I would post a message of hope. My wife had her Bianchi road bike stolen a few years ago. Some local scum had stolen some kind of cutter from a fire engine, we were told by the police. The following sunday I suggested we jump on the motorbike and take a tour along Brick Lane (well known local selling spot for hot bikes). And lo and behold! The criminal mastermind was there trying to sell it. We got him arrested and got the bike back. He probably got counseling and a trip to alton towers for his troubles, but it did feel good.