My very beautiful road bike was stolen in London so I duly trekked down to Brick Lane market at 7:50am on Sunday morning to see if it was there. I spent all morning mingling with the various fences there, sidling up to them in a friendly sort of way and asking if they had anything else that was coming in. I'm ashamed to admit that in my bag I had a 60cm ice axe in case things got ugly (and with these guys, I think it would have).
I gave up at about noon and got the train out to my parents' where I store a hardtail that is an appropriate backup bike for commuting. When I got back to London I thought I'd take one more look at the market, but of course there was still nothing there. I went up to one of the fences and I'm ashamed to admit had exactly this conversation:
Me: "So where's that bike from" (pointing at Allez in the fence's hands)
Fence: "What do you mean"
M: "Where's it from"
F: "You know where it's from...[small voice, looks a bit embarassed] it's stolen"
M: "My bike got stolen last night"
F: "Ah you need to get here earlier, we had a carbon bike but it went in ten minutes"
M: "I know, I saw it, the Ribble"
F [begins trying to move away from me and talking to a potential customer. I put my arm around him (gently, not aggressively) and leant in]
M: "I'm going to come down here every weekend, and watch you from a distance, and if I see you selling my bike, I'm going to kill you"
F: "What"
M: [Still quietly] "If I see you selling my bike I'll kill you"
The f*cker just sort of laughed. He was this rasta guy who actually seemed quite affable but you know. Nothing kicked off and I walked away and he continued selling bikes just like mine.
I admit it, I lost my cool and this was undignified, but I'm not going to get my bike back am I? So I hope at least that now every time this guy sells a bike, he has the seed of a thought in the back of his mind that it's going to get him an ice axe in his skull. But I'm a bit ashamed, threatening violence solves nothing, do the right thing etc. - I know this isn't acceptable behaviour and indeed is a bit of a chavvy thing to do.

