Sit down, y'all, because I got a wonderful story to tell here.
Okay, so I went to running training today, nobody being there, me waiting a lot etcetera, and I must say
Thank the teachers for making me wait and not being there, making me run on own initiative
Basically, on the road home, near the Foody's (some shop with various vending machines)
I wanted to stop there in order to get me some Pocky (Technically Mikado in Belgium, but it's a renamed Pocky, so I'll identify it as such), but what I found instead made my face light up
I found my bike, stood there, unlocked, with ducttape covering the engraved part on the hull. I attempted to take it along, and to the police office, but one person ran out, claiming it was his bike
And, well, the argument seemed endless. Eventually, he started threatening to knock me out and stuff,throwing "false punches" (basically, punching with the intention to miss)
He kept insisting that it was a christmas gift he got, and that it cost him 1500€ and he kept demanding me 800€..
He acted surprisingly violent when I called the police (who couldn't help me nor connect me to our city's police)
Then I delivered his proof: I ripped off part of the ducttape, him trying to punch me while I'm doing so, yet hesitating to do it
And still, he kept insisting it was HIS christmas present thus HIS bike (at this point we can all assume he stole it one month ago)
I did something that made me feel horrible: I punched him in the face. After this we kept going, him giving up after I punched him twice more.. (Man, I hate hurting people, even in situations like these...)
I rushed to town, cycling with my recovered bike in one hand
I was basically panicking, went to the police office, locked my bike, pretty much hyperventilating
The officers were nice enough to help me out, asked me for proof, at which I said it was engraved and told him I had my ID card with me
Through my ID card, they could verify that it was indeed my bike.
So they loaded it up, went to the Foody's and went to my house after that
And, well, my bike's finally home, but I can't help but feel horrible for what I did..
And I must say, I was terrified and still am.. They threatened to knock me out full blast. And even though it's "just a threat", what if it actually happens?
Anyways, I finally got my bike back after a long while.