A very unfortunate component of life in Oak Park is the stolen bike factor. Own a bike and live here for any length of time, and soon you, too, will have a stolen bike tale to tell. The stories are as diverse as the people who tell them. It's an awful feeling to have your bike stolen, and quite frankly, the bike theft issue is about the only thing that makes me want to leave Oak Park for the far-flung reaches of suburbia where, at least in my fantasy, my kids could ride their bikes all day long without worrying about having them stolen.
Late yesterday afternoon, Kelsey's bike was stolen. She was in tears when she called to tell us. We reported the theft to the police, especially since we'd taken the steps early on to register the bike. We were told that most likely, our bike had been taken across the line into Chicago and "chopped." Kelsey and Baird came home last night from the police station sad and deflated.
So imagine our surprise when the police department called this afternoon, saying they had recovered our bike! We were thrilled to pieces! We truly feel like this is a small miracle, and it totally made our day!
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