Good news and bad news

I got my bike back. I saw it in the street so I nicked it back. Property is theft, yeah? The bad news, which slightly tempered my delight, was that the cunt who stole it, or the cunt they sold it to, had buckled the back wheel a bit, and unhooked the back brake due to this. Also it's a funny size for me. Not the bike I lost. I need to get a new back wheel before I can ride it proprerly. I kept saying "you don't deserve a bike this nice" as I rode it away. To him, not me. Or her. I also felt proper guilty for nicking it back. I found it in complex circumstances. But it's definitely mine. How many people have peacock tape on their saddles?