[techsupporter]

Same here. I must be jaded because every time I click to read a story like this, I am fully expecting:

"Someone stole my bike. Here's how I got it back.

It was an unexpectedly warm day in the hills of Colorado, back in October of 1967. My father--or, rather the person who would eventually become my father, because he didn't yet know it--relaxed on the porch after finally getting to those weeds his mother had been pestering him to work on. My soon-to-be-mother, or at least the soon-to-be-bride to my father as they'd not met as of yet, rode her bicycle along a well-worn trail just outside the woods of rural Vermont.

Did you know that rural Vermont is where Bernie Sanders was born? Except that's not true because he was actually born in New York City some twenty five years earlier. Twenty-five, incidentally, being the age at which someone is eligible to serve in the United States Congress.

[sixteen paragraphs from the Australian parliament to Kevin Bacon later]

So, anyway, I was able to buy my bike back from the thief on Craigslist. I even negotiated the price down a whole $100!"

[bombcar]

You must frequent the same recipe sites I do.