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Artist unknown by me.
I guess if a bike has been locked up for months at the same place outside, you could say that its owner abandoned it due to theft of parts, but is it right to take parts yourself?
I’d say when a stolen bike reaches this point, propped up against a garbage can, you can feel good about taking whichever parts you want:
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I don’t know which SFGov agency is in charge of clearing out San Francisco’s numerous locked-up bike carcasses. Maybe it’s DPW?
[UPDATE: SFPD Anti Bike Theft @SFPDBikeTheft reminds us all that a Tweet in their direction can be helpful when you see scenes such as this.
"Crimes In Progress Call 911. Report a Chop Shop call (415) 553-0123. Anti Bike Theft Information From the SFPD"]
Here it is, from Bob Bobster:
“I spotted this charming couple at work across the street from the Civic Auditorium today at about 4:30pm. at the corner of Hayes and Larkin. They had quite an assortment of tires, bike frames, and parts on display. A woman who works nearby came out of the building, and when she saw me watching told me she had already called the cops. What was their response, I asked? Well, the cops said they’d send somebody over, but unless you can prove the stuff is stolen it’s hard to do much. I went to the library and came out 10 minutes later – nothing had changed. No cops in sight. I walked around the corner to Market and saw three motorcycle cops ticketing drivers. I told one of the cops about this and he said he would call it in to the homeless squad (I’m paraphrasing here).”
Thx for the report, Bobster!
On It Goes…
You just jiggle it, the way they do in Paris, France.
Now here’s the scene yesterday down in the Mission District, with at least one person trying to hide this very obvious BABS ride. (At the very least, we can say that elements of the SFPD seem to think that this particular bike is in the custody of thieves)
So what’s the street value of one of these bikes? I don’t know. The one you can see here is pretty heavy so it’s not like anyone would want to make it a daily driver. I mean, if you want a daily driver, you can just go over the the Marin Bikes warehouse at 7th and Folsom and spend a couple hundred something. And then harden it up for the street, you know, with super glue and locks for parts, and throw in U lock and you’ll have a setup that’s three times as good with three times the number of gears for a third the price. (But of course, these bikes aren’t meant to replace daily drivers…)
Let’s see, what could one harvest? from these green machines? The tires and tubes for starters. And the chain at the very least. Oh, and how about the hidden GPS transmitter? That must be worth something. But the frame and the braking system, you’re probably going to want to chuck those.
And the wheels are held on with “Security Torx?” C’mon! I’ve got a set of those in my toolbox, so you gotta figure that the street has them as well, ’cause those BRIC countries churn them out and sell them cheap. Oh you all meant to say TS Torx? All right, but there’s a way around that as well
I’m thinking that the street will figure things out in a week or two, will do the math to see what the value of one these rides is IRL. It might not be worth the hassle of dealing with the cops if they attract too much attention and they can’t easily be stolen at the thieves market at 7th and Market.
What a normal town would have is a high resolution camera aimed at the parking stations with a retired cop monitoring a couple hundred monitors, but, of course, SF is not a normal town.
This account of a journalist buying a stolen bike in the heart of Mayor Ed Lee’s gritty Twitterloin district isn’t new, but it’s new to me, so there you go.
Via Patrick Symms:
“Over the years, SFPD Sergeant McCloskey had launched dozens of stakeouts, stings, and reverse stings against bike thieves in the city’s Tenderloin District, becoming a legendary Lone Ranger in the bike wars, a one-man encyclopedia of cycle crime. He once spent an hour telling me his favorite techniques for catching thieves. The best spot was the San Francisco Public Library’s main branch, a few steps from Market Street. “We took a nice Cannondale and locked it to the bike rack there, set up a robbery detail, and watched the guys stealing the bikes,” he explained. “It worked really well. They’re very slick. They ride up on their own bike, park next to it. They have bolt cutters on a shoelace around their neck and lean down to cut it. They’re very fast. We did this successfully more than 20 times. We’ve only been skunked once. About 90 percent of the people we get are drug addicts, meth heads. Speeders, we call them.”
In Portland, Joe Luiz had confessed that he’d never quite figured out where all the bikes were going, but in San Francisco this wasn’t an issue. Stolen bikes were for sale, openly, at Market and 7th, a block from where Sergeant McCloskey got so many stolen.
I’d come to San Francisco for a funeral—my father-in-law had passed away. I drove downtown to pick up his ashes and, combining two errands into one, drove down Market Street to buy a stolen bike. I parked and walked to the corner of 7th, where there was an open-air market in fenced goods, from canned food to blue jeans to batteries.
The hot-bike market in downtown San Francisco was shameless, a disgrace to the city. But it wasn’t the Bay Area’s only dubious bicycle venue. The Alameda flea market was notorious for recycling stolen bikes, and in Golden Gate Park there was a chop shop where amateur mechanics swapped components and resold stolen bikes for profit.”
In related news:
Here it is, brand-new:
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Prediction: This station will be difficult and expensive to maintain. (Of course, the people behind Bay Area BikeShare already know this. And yet, they will be surprised by what will occur in this area. You’ll see.)
[UPDATE: Oh yeah, this isn't a mountain bike, apologies.]
Some junkie in a hoodie will quick-release your seatpost and front wheel and then walk away in about five seconds.
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I don’t even know why bike shops in SF sell bikes with quick-release anything.
Myself, I switch everything out and then superglue everything I can.
So my $269 Marin mountain bike ends up with $100-something worth of U-lock, wheel locks, headset lock, saddle lock, etc oh well.
If Miley Cyrus moved to the Mission and started riding MUNI, then it might go a little something like this.
And, oh yes, put a bird on it:
Now, what do those reddish, platform-style rocking kicks (do they come with horseshoes?) say to you? To me, they say, “Steal my iPhone and I won’t even try to chase you down.”
Stay safe, MUNI riders!
IDK, I think this dude’s court-appointed mouthpiece would be happier if dude hadn’t turned off Find My iPhone before negotiating the $180 finder’s fee.
“Uploaded on Jul 10, 2013
A friend of mine dropped her phone. This guy found it, and demanded $180 to get it back after disabling ‘Find My iPhone’. The police agreed to set up the sting. The guy you see from the back in the hat is the undercover cop. He goes to pay the guy and the three others move in. Especially notice the one flick out his baton. At this point, I am asked to stop filming, but allowed to continue after informing the officer of my rights. He only asked I moved a little down the block, which I complied with.