Dude Wheres My Bike?

I had lent my bicycle to a friend but it got stolen on him.
For weeks I trawled the second hand market looking for the exact same make and model as I was quite fond of it.
I came across one for sale in a rough neighborhood. It wasn’t my stolen one. The price was right so I agreed to meet the kid outside the police station. He was young and rough and for a brief moment I sensed it may have been stolen. Something didn't feel right. The bike didn't suit him, he didn't look right on it and it was not suited to his size. But I had been so desperate to get the bike I ignored these feelings and thoughts. Sure it might be stolen but it might not be too, trying to convince myself.

I gave him the cash and he handed me the bike. I was joyful to get on the bike but within seconds I was overcome with the sudden gut feeling that although I would have the bike for a while, I wouldn’t get to keep it.
I quickly brushed those feeling aside and cycled off happily.

Ten months later it was stolen from the lockup in my apartment block.