Here’s a quick story: Ex-Marine comes out of house, sees that bicycle has been stolen. Ex-Marine hangs out. Thieves wander on by. Ex-Marine gives chance on bicycle. Wait for it, wait for it:
“I hurried up and put my dog inside, then jumped on the bike they left, and chased them east across downtown into the woods off Oak Street,” he said.
It is as a moth, drawn to open flame.