A few years ago I had just bought a new bike and a friend and I went for a ride around downtown Eugene. At the end of the ride we went to his girlfriend's house for dinner, parked the bike in the porch, and went inside for a few minutes. When we came out, my brand new bike had been stolen. Knowing that the bike was stolen within the last five minutes, we knew the thief couldn't have gotten far, so we jumped in his girlfriend's car and drive around looking for it. We checked under the Washington Jefferson bridge, the fair grounds, the Whitaker, all the places you would expect a bike thief to go. All the while, I was in the car fantasizing what I was going to do when I cought the meth head that still my bike. I said to my friend, "if I start kicking his ass, you need to pull me off him!". The last place we wanted to check was the bus station, it was a summer Sunday night, so no one was there, but sure enough l, in the middle of the bus station were three guys, one of which was sitting on my bike! We jumped out of the car and started walking towards them, ready to start running as kicking ass as soon as they started to ride away. As we got closer though, they didn't take off, and we could see that it wasn't some meth heads, but some kids probably about 12 or 13. I asked the kids on my bike "where did you get that bike?" And he said, I found it in a ditch about 30 minutes ago". Now see, my adrenaline was pumping and I was ready to kick some meth heads ass, and now I was a face to face with some dumb kid, and as a grown man, I couldn't bring my self to punch a child. I knew I was going to get my bike back, and that the cops wouldn't care much, so justice was in my hands that night, and my mind was racing on what to do. Just like that it came to me and I shouted "GIVE ME YOUR MOTHER FUCKING JACKET!" the child was wearing a nice Carhartt jacket, and I was going to steal it from him. He said "can I keep the stuff in the pockets?" And I said "No, you don't get shit!" I then ripped the jacket off his shoulders, put it on the best I could, and jumped on my bike, riding off into the sunset. My friend, stunned that he just watched me mug a child, was at this point laughing his ass off as he walked back to his car. I rode back to his girlfriend's house with my bike, a jacket, and hell of a story to tell.