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Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Your Tuesday Morning Florida Report

JACKSONVILLE BEACH, Fla. — Dozens of missing bikes and bike parts are now in the hands of Jacksonville Beach Police, after being found in a well-established homeless camp. 

In a Facebook post from the Department, it said it was a true “team effort” with Beaches Energy Service. Employees with the energy company noticed the homeless camp behind their building and called police. Multiple bikes caught the eyes of officers.

4 comments:

  1. Just about every 'homeless' camp in the Portland OR area are filled with bike parts and the cops do nothing, but that is par for the course in that city.

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  2. If you need it(you do) the serial number is on the bottom of the round part the pedals stick out off.

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    1. a -- The pedals swing in the 'bottom bracket'.
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      b -- 'Registering the numbers' and 'reporting it stolen' assumes anybody cares.
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      c -- Eugene, Oregon.
      Recovered complete bicycles routinely go to auction.
      The auctioneer gets a percent, the Police Force gets the rest of the money from the successful bidder.
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      We habitually participate in local auctions.
      At one, my neighbor Sam won the bid on a nice Stump-Jumper.
      After leaving the auction with his new bike in the bed of the pick-up, Eugene Police Force stopped him, and seized the bike as 'potentially stolen'... despite the auction paperwork...
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      ...and in spite of the Police Force evidence tag glued on the frame.
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      Monday morn at the Cop Shop, we learned it vanished.
      No report, no evidence of it logged into the Evidence Storage on Roosevelt and Garfield.
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      "Par for the course", indeed.
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      d -- Around the Eww campus, I constantly see remnants of snipped bicycle security-cables.
      These are full-time professional thieves.
      Broken into components, they are sold by the ton to smelters.
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      Adjacent to our farm are several camps of dope-fiends in rancid tents and warehouse-pallet hovels covered in blue tarps.
      One entrepreneur amassed a pile of disassembled bicycle parts the dimensions of a two-car garage.
      One morning, he was beating a bicycle against a tree, screaming worse than usual.
      "What's up?" I hollared.
      Unfortunately, he stole a carbon-fiber bike, worth probably a couple-three thousand.
      In parts, the metal was barely worth a dollar.
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      Did I happen to mention my thoughts about fentanyl, meth, lampposts and rope...

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  3. when the campus cops stole my bicycle I decided it was time to stop riding bikes.

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