Sourav Das had his 1980 Nishiki International, Serial #KJ 05449,stolen a few days ago in north San Jose and while it’s unlikely he will recover his bike, he’s doing all the right things to try to get it back.
Most bike thieves are opportunists, but in Sourav’s case, I’m not so sure. Sourav worked late, rolling up to his house, located on a quiet residential street, around midnight.
He walked it through the side gate and leaned it against the entry door to his garage, then walked back around the front of the house to enter. Unfortunately, he got a phone call and an hour passed before he thought to put his bike in the garage. Gone! (Not the first time I’ve heard this story)
There’s nothing more depressing than looking where you put your bike and seeing it gone. Happened to me, twice.
Here’s what Sourav is doing to try to retrieve his bike. That Nishiki is a unique, quality bike, so there’s a better chance it might be recovered. Nishiki made some nice bikes in Japan, importing through West Coast Cycles (WCC) distributor. The Cohen family, which owned WCC, had its pulse on the bike industry for decades.
1. File a police report. The San Jose police are completely overwhelmed, so go online and fill out the form. At least there’s a record. If your bike is stolen, don’t bother calling the SJPD police. They won’t respond, unless you have the thief in a half-nelson.
Sourav’s bike probably qualifies for grand theft ($950 value), but while that sounds impressive, it doesn’t mean much these days.
2. Alert bike shops. Sourav did that, even providing photos.
3. Check Craigslist. I’ve read of many accounts where thieves list stolen merchandise on Craigslist and get nabbed.
4. Tell your friends. Especially if they have a blog. :) Now there’s four of us who know about it.
5. Return to the scene of the crime. In Sourav’s case, that wouldn’t work, but that’s how I got my Ritchey back. I went back a few hours later. The thief lived in Alviso and was tooling around town. He’s behind bars now (for another offense).
All that’s left now are the nightmares. I can’t say I’ve gotten used to those.