Grand stolen bike inquisition!

So this week, we'll call him jay (a cop), reaped the benefits of my bike superherodom. Not by way of wrench (he's actually quite capable as far as mechanics), but due to my sleuthing skills.

After my mountain bike got stolen i approached jay to talk some shop when he came into the bike shop. i asked him about what the police could do for me, he promptly told me in the same boat as him, due to his bike getting stolen out of his garage around 2 months ago.

Fast forward to monday last week. Dude comes in to box up his project one madone. Hand build wheels. Odd. 140mm stem on a 54 cm frame. Odd. Flat black custom project one color. Odd. Never seen this dude at crit practice or on raincross or....well, i've never seen this dude. Again, Odd.

I search the annuals of my bike crime database. The bike sticks out as possibly jay's. I call jay. Sure as crap, he comes down and identifies the bike.

I felt so vindicated. Even if it wasn't my bike i found i still feel like i had vanquished a foe. Like i had punched satan square in the face.

here's a picture of captain america choking hitler so you can share in my feeling.