"We know who you are. You are dead meat," reads the poster at Atlas Cafe. Apparently, someone stole one of their bikes, but THEY'VE GOT YOUR GODDAMN NUMBER. Ooooh, lookout, they're going to pedal you to death or something.
Srsly though, bike-theft is dramatically vile; and if ever there were bicyclists we wouldn't want mad at us, the Cyclecide folks are they. Oh, sure, their fun-fairs and clown getups may look foofy and fey, but don't be fooled: these are folks who can assemble a bike-powered ferris wheel from scratch. RUN, BIKE THIEVES.



"We know where you are, but instead of going there and getting our stuff back or having the police do it for us, WE SHALL POST THIS ANGRY NOTE."
Yeah.
You can hand the police video evidence of the crime along with the name and address of the perpetrator and they will do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. They've said so publicly that bike theft has zero priority for them. That kind of policy only encourages vigilantism.
The point being Mr/s. C, there doesn't seem to be any vigilantism taking place. By all means they should extract their bike, but the drama queen stuff is silly.
Clown mash art. art bad, bike good. art take bike?