I bought a Trek 4200 in 2006, basically my first bike (as an adult, anyway). All yellow, and after experiencing my first numb penis episode, I bought this very long, thin, red, split Italian racing bike seat and put it on, so it was a very distinctive-looking bike (it even had tribars which aren't often mounted on mountain bikes). After a ride one day I left it on my front porch and forgot it was there and it was eventually stolen. I didn't even realize it until a week later when I was getting ready for a ride and couldn't find my bike anywhere. I was pissed but I immediately went out and bought the exact same bike in gray (which I still have and it has over 70,000 miles on it).

A few months after it was stolen, I was sitting in my house one day and got the strange urge to go out on my front porch, something I basically never did. While I was standing there, a pickup truck drove down my street, and mounted upright in the back was my original yellow bike, complete with the long red seat. There's no way it was a different yellow Trek 4200 with a long red seat and tribars. I was too surprised to do anything and it drove by and was gone. Probably wasn't the person that stole it, anyway; more likely they bought it from a pawn shop or craigslist. Just a really fucking strange experience.

The 4200 is/was a great bike. Not top of the line by any imagination, but durable and reliable as fuck. I'm glad I still have one of them, at least.