“Hey kontextmaschine, what’s today’s Portland adventure?”

Riding the bus out to the goddamned industrial district to pick up my stolen bicycle from the police evidence room!

See I kept the serial number written down and that actually worked. Filed a report, and then a few months later a cop looking for a pretext to take in some bum ran his ride’s number and there it was.

Lost it in the first place because I biked back from a bar, left it outside my house intending to open the garage door and then totally blanked on it. Fair enough.

Now that I think of it I’ve had my last four bikes stolen, at least this one came back. Two bikes ago I think the guys got sent to federal by the fucking Secret Service though, that’s a trip.