A few months back I wrote with a pretty bad story of a bike accident resulting in a head injury and the theft of my bike. I’m happy to report today on a happy ending.
Friday night after work at Smoke & Barrel on 18th Street, I was walking with my new bike, lock in my back pocket, when I spotted my old bike locked to a tree fence in front of Pharmacy Bar. I locked my old bike with my lock and this morning returned to the scene and called MPD.
Armed with my receipt and serial number I was able to prove the bike was mine, and I swore out a statement that I had not sold the bike, and it had in fact been stolen. Officer Henderson (3rd District) was excellent and called DC FEMS to the scene to cut the lock.
The scene got a little comical when a mix up between MPD and DCFEMS dispatchers resulted in a call of a Box Alarm (structural fire involving multiple buildings) and seven fire trucks showed up. But after the police assured them the dispatchers screwed things up, the scene calmed down, and my bike was recovered.
Kind of a cluster, but I sure am happy with the ending.
P.S. Anyone want to buy a new bike?! Now I have two!