My wallet was stolen 2 days before Christmas. It's been fun trying to survive without it.
It must of fallen out of my unzipped pocket. I finished up some ski runs at my local ski mountain, and stopped in the lounge. That's the last place I had it. It wasn't long before I realized it was missing. I drove back up to the mountain and searched, put in a lost report, then finally gave up. I decided to block my cards as soon as I got home. ( Mountain is only about 20 mins from home.)
As soon as I got home I check my accounts online again. And there was a $265.40 charge to Best Buy! ... The thief used my American express right at the mountain. I assume they got some skis and boots because they racked up $2,000 in charges on that card before I could get home to make all the calls to the credit cards.
When I first realized it was missing I was really hoping that someone turned it in. Maybe I have too much faith in humanity.
One of the things I've grown to appreciate about bikers is that I believe most are really good at heart.
The shift lever fell off my old fist bike when I was out one day. I will never forget the guy named Gonzo, who came to my rescue. He was a big dude, with only one leg, riding a trike. He pulled over and helped me get my lever back on.
I've witnessed other bikers who help people out. There's also mentioning the countless charities some will ride for.
I dunno. I did call the local police, and with the I formation I gave them they said they believed they identified a suspect. I bet it wasn't someone who rides! Ha! (Probably some young, stupid, punk.)
I'm still waiting on my replacement cards, but they didn't get my ski pass! We just got some fresh snow. So I took the Jeep, (my second favor ride), up to the mountain. This time I'm trying to not lose anything!