Guy has bike stolen, guy later sees bike propped up outside a scungy bar on Queen, guy has the presence of mind to put his own lock on the bike and call the police. A happy ending follows. Full story here.
Stolen bikes do sometimes come home. I had my bike stolen a couple of years ago by some teenagers who didn't have the wit to take it out of the neighbourhood, or to target bikes a bit further from home. I found it propped up against a wall four houses down from mine, and got to channel my inner provost sergeant.
*Not* cut out for a life of crime, those boys. I think I told them so, if memory serves.