Searching for Patti’s bike

IMG_20131012_114053Patti’s bike got stolen. The familiar story—locked with a flimsy cable lock outside the café and, snip! Gone.

Patti is PattiPow: choir leader, local hero, my loyal chum and my steadfast companion. And Patti’s bike is Patti’s bike: her wheels, her ride, her well-tuned Brodie that fit her so well, and her own steadfast companion.

Patti’s bike had already been heisted once before, and turned up in a flea market in Maple Ridge. But by now it was already three days gone since the theft and I figured that probably by this point the bike would have been spray-painted and chopped into a dozen pieces. But you can’t really let go until you’ve exhausted all the reasonable possibilities, so this morning Patti and I set out for a wander in the Downtown Eastside with slim hopes.

Patti borrowed an old bike from her roommate and we rambled through Strathcona, stopping for her to get coffee and for me to peruse ninja gear in a martial arts store. We cruised around Pender, Oppenheimer Park, Pigeon Park, then headed down East Hastings toward the grimy sidewalk market at Columbia where vendors hawk CDs and old cosmetics, clothing, bicycles and crack cocaine. We were chatting along, really quite enjoying the sunny day and each other’s company. I turned toward my friend and noticed a man coming toward us wheeling a large suitcase, and a nice white bike. I grabbed Patti’s arm — is that your bike? She did a classic double-take. That’s…that’s my bike!

We stepped in front of the man and questioned him. He said, “I just bought this bike from that guy, that guy over there, for thirty…um…for fifty bucks.” Patti muttered something about calling the cops. But by that point the bike had probably already changed hands a half-dozen times, and even trying to find the original thief was pointless. “We’ll give you forty for it,” I offered. “Sure,” he said. I handed the man $40 and Patti, grinning and trembling, dug out another $15 and gave it to him as well. He put the money in his pocket and launched into an enthusiastic lecture on what sort of lock to use and where a good one could be bought.

What struck me then, just as when my own bike got nabbed and I went searching for it on the hard streets, was how genuinely empathetic the street folk were to my plight. As Patti stood giggling and weeping people paused to ask what was happening, then nodded and smiled when she said she had found her beloved bicycle. Good-news stories are rare on the street. When she tried to walk the bike away the two bikes wobbled and fell into each other. Another rough-looking man stopped and said “look, here’s how you do it —you put your left hand on the stem of this one, your right on the outer handlebar of that one…” His own expertise in handling multiple bikes suspiciously acquired, nevertheless, he offered Patti support in her situation. It struck me how the impulse to help and to extend compassion can neatly co-exist with the impulse to perhaps steal, or commit all kinds of hurtful acts under desperate circumstances. We are such complex beings.

Praises be to the mercies of the Downtown Eastside! Patti and her bike ride again.

 

7 Responses to “Searching for Patti’s bike”

  1. Pattipow Says:

    Carmen, thank you for documenting this wondrous set of circumstances. So many things had to go JUST right: If we hadn’t lingered as long as we did setting you up in zen ninja wear; If we hadn’t stopped and looked at that sign in Oppenheimer park; If we had not looked back at that guy passing us with my bike; if he had not been so agreeable….
    Feeling very very grateful on this Harvest weekend, having harvested all I need, including the love and support of so many friends. I am so glad we got to do that together, laughing and crying on Hastings, bike in hand. Holy Cow.

  2. weaver Says:

    super far out… talk about great alignment – way to go!!!

  3. sharai Says:

    Bravo! wonderful, happy endings and beginnings!

  4. victor Says:

    So happy to read that you recovered your bike.
    I am rather disappointed that You succumbed to the
    “RANSOM” that was held up to you on the streets.

    This procedure only adds to the successes that Bike Thefts
    incur.

    To STOP these crimes, your proper procedure you should
    have followed was to CALL the POLICE advising them that
    you see someone in possession of your stolen bike and would
    like an officer to assist in recovering your bike as you would
    provide your bike SERIAL NUMBER for proper identification.

    When you “paid” the BIKE RANSOM all you really did was encourage
    many more bike thefts (including possibly YOURS all over again)

    Sorry, but that is the TRUTH!

  5. Roger Says:

    What an unbeleivably happy outcome, go zen ninja! The only thing worse than getting my bike stolen would be to get my dogs stolen. They ride with me, Cairn Tiger and Mouse the Mighty Chihuahua, and we park at places to walk. I dread letting the bike out of my sight, tied up though it is. So far so good, and I trust in the greater powers of the universe, the powers that work in your favor.

  6. Carmen Says:

    Matter of fact, Roger, i am sniffing about for a dogfriend suitable to living in a schoolbus and travelling in a pannier. Ability to take a chomp out of the ankle of a would-be bike thief would be an asset. Thank you for the encouragement!

  7. Heather Says:

    Great story. It could be a film – Patti’s Big Adventure!

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