Sucks about having stuff stolen though.
True story from Vegas: I lived in North LV for a while and got around on a mountain bike that was my main transportation. One day, through my own stupidity, it got left outside unlocked and of course went poof in the wind.
So I bitched about it to my brother but essentially could do nothing, since I had no receipt, serial numbers etc to prove ownership. I chalked it up to experience and let it drop...
HOWEVER...
A few weeks later, walking down a crowded blvd with my brother (crack alley in NLV, but we were both big guys) here comes this old black man riding my missing bike. We knew because it had a mismatched pedal that created a very distinctive squeak. So my brother says, "Hey that's your bike, let's go take it back from that guy."
As badly as I wanted to go get my bike back, I realized what it would look like to every single witness: two young, scary looking white kids knock an old man off a bike and take it. Especially since like I said I had no proof of ownership. So as painful as it was to get the bike stolen in the first place, it was even worse to see it later on with the thief and be completely helpless to watch it ride away yet again...