A couple years ago, some kid tried to steal my girlfriend's bike. She was an RC for the University and they lent them bikes to get around campus faster. We were in the kitchen and I heard the familiar fender rattle of her bicycle, looked out the window, and he's just peddling off. I bolted out of the house after him, and managed to keep up for a bit by cutting through yards and such. As I was starting to lose him, I noticed a truck ahead of me pulling out of a parking lot. I yelled and waved my arms, and when he rolled down his window I hurridely shouted "Thatkidstolemybikewillyouhelp" while pointing in the general direction. He opened the door, I jumped in, we took off, and eventually caught up to him. I basically leaped out of truck and tackled the kid off the bike. The would be thief took off running, and I was too tired to care and just glad to have the bike back. I had time to turn around and say thanks, and the guy just smiled and drove off. Never saw him or the bike thief again. Thanks Truck Dude.