A long, circuitous journey

Hatmandu has a new bicycle. Because of the cost of the thing—ironically, he paid a good deal of the folding stuff for it, do you see what I did there—he naturally wants to know how best to prevent it being stolen, and coincidentally to read some anecdotes on others’ experience with cycle theft (either to put his mind at rest or spur him to action; it isn’t clear). Among the tales of woe, lisekit mentions her ex’s bike being stolen and returned. It looks like there might be more victims of transitory bike theft than I thought (This might bore the hat off mandu, as he’s heard it already.)

While spending a weekend away in London some years ago I’d locked my bike to a railing by Magdalen College, for reasons of transport convenience which escape me. The college has semicircular grids round each of its street-facing drainpipes, possibly to protect them as one does with young saplings. My lock at the time was rather feeble—a metal-cable spiral encased in plastic—but then the bicycle wasn’t worth much, an ex-rental model, the bottom bracket of which had all but collapsed and which had two wheels that wobbled on their axels. It didn’t cross my mind, however, that any thief would be more likely to spot its garish, spangly paintwork and not have time to check out its inner workings.

As I returned in the London coach I forgot, briefly, where I’d left my bike, and ended up at the coach station. Luckily for this gripping tale I remembered on Broad Street, and was walking along Queen’s Lane (between Magdalen and the Bodleian Library, roughly) when I spotted my sad-looking lock lying in the pavement, snipped neatly by bolt-cutters. I reached the college to find that, of course, the bike wasn’t there. My heart sank for a few moments, until I thought: it must have been cycled along Queen’s Lane, where the lock had been dropped. Was it worth retracing the thief’s journey?

Five minutes later I found the bike resting against the racks outside the New Bodleian building. Clearly the thief had struggled against the gluelike consistency of the pedalling action, far enough to realise that there was no resale in anything but the core frame if that, and decided to dump it. As lisekit reports, there tends to be an odd chivalry in the discarding of the stolen goods: it was left on the racks, undamaged (well, not damaged any further) and inconspicuous; the chap could simply have left it anywhere along the way, at the mercy of other hardened crims, or wrapped it round a lamp-post, purely for bus-shelter-vandalising punk kicks.

Nowadays I recommend black masking tape to visually age a new bike, and of course the child-seat trick I suggested to hatmandu. I’ve done neither of these with my current bike, though, and haven’t had it stolen yet. Proof positive, therefore, that statistics for bike theft have gone down 100% in the past ten years. Evidence, if ever it were needed, that New Labour have made the country a safer place. Welcome to Blair’s Britian.

This entry was posted in crime, cycles, cycle_accessories, experience, society, transport. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to A long, circuitous journey

  1. hatmandu says:

    Proof positive, therefore, that statistics for bike theft have gone down 100% in the past ten years

    I note from my dull researches that around 10 years ago around half of reported bike thefts were of bikes left locked up in public places; now that figure is 90 per cent. The obvious conclusion is that you are now less likely to have your bike stolen if you don’t lock it at all.

  2. looby says:

    Someone did once suggest I paint the slogan “Boys Just Wanna Have Fun” along the crossbar.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s