That is good work there.
My mates brother had his Hardrock Sport stolen many moons ago. I have no idea how I tracked it down but it turned up at a house near where I lived and had been used to travel back to the very village it was stolen from. The lady riding it said 'I bloody knew it!' and started shouting at her son. He'd nicked it a few weeks previously and 'sold' it to his mother.
My own Zaskar, a Kilauea, bike parts and other stuff had all been nicked one night about a week after we'd had a new shed delivered - see the link there? Anyway, luckily it was all insured but one hell of a pisser. There was a lot of stuff but I was genuinely upset to lose me old Zaskar and Mag 21. The police had pics but I didnt hold out any hope, bike crime was off the scale at the time.
1 year later, I was allowed home early from work so I caught an earlier train. The missus collected me, again about an hour earlier than usual and as we were turning from home, a familiar looking bike came out of an alley near by. I was out of the car quick as a quick thing and had my grip on the top tube - nothing short of being knocked out would have stopped me. Luck was still with me, the 'owner' and his missus were to wastes of oxygen, both alcoholics and weak as kittens. We were across the road from the local Police station so I'd invited them over if they were gonna argue but all I got was a bit of whining about a pub and £40. I then heard a ''leave it it Wayne, I knew it was nicked when we got it''.
So I got me Zaskar back and made sure it never left my sight again.