Bike theft etiquette

Five years ago, when I had my bike pilfered on Queen street (Toronto) I knew exactly where to go to get it back: Igor's Bicycle clinic. I correctly assumed the crackhead made a beeline to one of Igor's 10 garages. I paid a hefty $40 fee and retrieved it. Igor was loved and hated in the neighbourhood. Yes, he did buy stolen bikes; but he also fixed your bikes at no cost. The eccentric Slavic Robin Hood was famous for his appetite for bikes and food. I still laugh to myself remembering the horror expression stamped on the "all-you-can-eat" Chinese restaurant owner every time we walked in.

We're gonna miss the philosopher bike theft king, finally nailed by cops, who waited 20 years to get him--although they knew of his activities.

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Trimble Park

Our doom is nigh

(...) there is just a thin veneer of civilization on our society. You take your average urbanite or suburbanite and get him excessively cold, wet, tired, hungry and/or thirsty and take away his television, beer, drugs, and other pacifiers, and you will soon seen the savage within. Put yourself in the mind set of Mr. Joe Sixpack, Suburbanite. He is unprepared. He has less than one week’s food on hand, he has a 12 gauge pump action shotgun that he hasn’t fired in years, and just half a tank of gas in his minivan and maybe a gallon or two in a can that he keeps on hand for his lawn mower. Then the (planned) "Meltdown" hits. The power grid is down, his job is history, the toilet doesn't flush, and water no longer magically comes cascading from the tap. There are riots beginning in his city. Now he is suddenly desperate. Once the Golden Horde has been thinned (and honed to ferocity) and they’ve cleaned out an area, the thugs at the pinnacle of ruthlessness will comprise the most formidable rover packs imaginable. They will move on to an adjoining region, and then another. Here are your potential adversaries: A squad to company size force (12 to 60 individuals), highly mobile, moderately well armed with a motley assortment of weapons and vehicles, and imbued with absolute ruthlessness. Be afraid... www.survivalblog.com

My book "I Married a Terrorist", available at Devout Books [6 E. Cordova], is a humourous blueprint for survivalism and nomadism.

War of my dreams

1. The Georgians started it.
2. They lost.
3. What a beautiful little war!

Found this real cool Georgian war analysis by the "war nerd" on the net:
exiledonline.com/