Wednesday, October 18, 2006
This not so little beauty was my bike until the early afternoon today. I got home and it wasn't there. Still, I got to ride in a police car today so it wasn't all bad.
I flagged down a passing patrol car, explained the situation, and they said they would drive me to the station a few hundered meters away. Just like being in a taxi really. Perhaps a little cleaner?
At the station, the young and very new officer took details of the grand theft. It must have been his first time. He often used his electronic Kanji dictionary to check how to write the characters his senior dictated.
It took 40 minutes to get the form filled out. Because I had forgotten to take my Inkan (name seal) with me, I had to put my fingerprint at the bottom of the page, and over any errors that were made in the filling out (this proves that the details weren't changed without my knowing).
The senior officer then explained to me that there are 2 possible ways to recover the bike. If they catch them riding it, or if it gets dumped. I don't hold out much hope on either.
I will have to take the subway to my Japanese lesson on Monday. Goddam crime.