It was in the hood. The police wouldn’t even leave me alone until it was on the flat bed
In DC years ago I came home to see some hoodrats riding off on my roommate's 1959 Lambretta Li 150. He had ridden that thing across the country at 55 mph all the way to Arizona where a semi plowed him from behind driving into the sunset. Basically enough force to throw him off and out of the way.
At any rate I had taken the metro so I quickly jumped on my motorcycle, no helmet, dress shoes, etc, and chased them. Chased them right up to a housing project. They saw me coming and scattered and ran.
Then they realized I was just one piece of salt in the pepper shaker and started coming back.
So I hauled ass out of there. About 1/4 mile I flagged down a cop and told him the story, he followed me up to the project where they were trying to run off with the scooter again. They dropped it. But I'm there with two cycles and no way to get them both at the same time. Then more and more residents started coming gathering and yelling since it was just me and a cop. Suddenly his backup showed up. One stayed there while I got the scooter and pushed it home, then he drove me back and I got my motorcycle.
The fine upstanding citizens of DC showed up the next day and stole his scooter again, never to be seen.