Sorry to hear this JM. I see this pic posted at Allterra. Always wondered who the boy is.
Will keep my eyes open for the bike, padre!
Thanks Bruce. Yup he sent that picture to Edmund. His parents got the bike for him for his birthday last year and he really saved up for the parts he put on. So proud of that bike and made use of it. Felt so bad for him when I heard about it being stolen.....
Can't contain myself but feel bad for your nephew too that blue blue bike he cherishes so much was stolen right from their driveway.
I posted this incident 2005 when I, at tender age of 9, became a victim of bikenap.
My father made pasalubong me this nice nice made in Japan blue kiddie bike he bought home from base exchange of US Army Garrison Japan. Year was 1957.
While I was biking in front of the house, neighborhood's shoe shine boy asked me "let me try nga?"
Young, trusting, and naive as I was, I knew shoe shine boy naman, I handed him to try my kiddie bike.
Lo and behold. The one to two turns he span while in front of the house turned to him biking farther and farther away until he turned right on our street corner and out of sight.
How I cried for days on end losing my bike. All the neighborhood's search were in vain and came out emptyhanded.
Weeks, months, and years later on. I was in 4th year high and waiting for Ateneo School Bus to pick me up on our street corner. Bruce Lee's "Enter the Dragon" was the craze then. I earned black belt myself under Roberto Gonzales Karate Gym at R. Hidalgo, Quiapo.
Guess whose face I saw drifting by like taong grasa on our street corner while waiting for school bus that early morning?
The shoe shine boy bikenapper.
Except this time around, I was healthier, bigger, stronger, tougher, and bona fide seasoned black belter while he an alcoholic loser!
Do I need to narrate what I did next?
Oh how sweet it was to exact revenge (justice) for my blue kiddie bike that I treasured so much..
A solid well placed front kick on groin, followed by right elbow on temple (down to ground he fell completely knocked out), and three stumpin on his ugly face with heels of my Glenmore 'Beatles" style boots. May boston pa...huh?
Yup. He remembered my face staring down at him when he woke up to his senses.
Typical lowlifer, he scampered away like a broken thief.