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April 23, 2004
Spike Goes to the Police Auction.
So, first: All the information on where to find it and how it's run, because I found it myself after about ten minutes of searching and there are sites trying to charge you for the information. That pisses me off.
Chicago's police auctions are monthly. They're run by Ace Auctioneers, at the West Technical Institute. All the information, along with schedules, is here. The West Technical Institute is easy to get to an impossible to miss, so knock yourself out.
I went as an experiment, mostly. Wanted to see what they had.
They had bikes. Holy shit, did they have bikes. I HAVE NEVER SEEN SO MANY GODDAMN BIKES. Kid's bikes, adult's bikes, trick bikes, mountain bikes, city bikes, vintage bikes... and one impossibly gorgeous freak bike, which I kind of felt bad about seeing up on the block. Must have broken the owner's heart when it was stolen, it obviously had weeks of work put into it.
Went for fifty bucks.
The auctioneer took the time between lots to recommend bike locks to the crowd, and giving advice about how to saw the remains of the former owners' locks off the frame.
After the bikes came a potpourri of remote controlled cars, car stereos and speakers, suits, t-shirts, silverware, and, uh, teapots. Among other things. I think the furnace went for a hundred. How the hell you seize a furnace in the line of duty, I have no idea.
For a general idea of how out of touch I am, I was horrified to see a new mountain bike go for one hundred and seventy dollars. I made a note of the brand, and their website tells me that model retails for about a grand.
So... yeah. Consider me a cheerleader for this sort of thing. Forever.
I just wish I needed a bike.
Posted by Spike at April 23, 2004 03:29 PM
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