DH’s friend just noticed the police were tagging abandoned bikes and then picking them up after X number of days, so he saved the PD some work and started picking them up himself to sell, use for parts, ride for himself, etc. He lived in a house a few blocks south of campus with a large garage and backyard so storage was not too much of a problem. Hardly a kook! I don’t know that our friend turned himself in so this could be a similar though unrelated story.

Though the car he was driving contained missiles, he said from the beginning the car was borrowed and the missiles weren’t his.

I wonder if US intelligence has tried the BYU “Are you lying?” interrogation technique.

But the big thing was they promised to replace your bicycle for free if it was stolen as long as you used the Liahona bike lock.

That thing was a huge thing made of steel, it weighed 1.7 lbs (my companion had one and we weighed it). It really added to the bike weight. It was pretty useful however for fighting dogs. A blow blow to the head would take just about any dog out of the fight. Except Bulldogs.

You could even wield it while fleeing on your bike.

So Betty, what the heck was he thinking? What’s up with your husband being friends with a kook? Why did the dude turn himself in? And where the heck did he stash all those bikes?

This very thing happened to me once, I kid you not.

October 26. A man, wearing a dark sweatshirt, was reported hiding in the bushes on Maeser Hill. An officer talked to him and discovered that he was there with his girlfriend, playing a game. The officer suggested that they shouldn’t be doing that and they left.

BS. There are no rules about night games on Maeser Hill. I would have asked him to show me where that’s written.