This song has a special significance these days....
After paying 4000Y to get my confiscated bike back, the very next week it was stolen for real.
Perhaps it's karma for giving a false name and address and refusing to show ID (they have no legal right to demand it) when I collected it... nonetheless - grrrrrrr.
Thinking it would be good exercise, I cycled to Ikebukuro to buy a card. Bike locked, go to shops, 30 minutes later returned, no bike. Gone. No mistake. I parked it so it had many bicycle friends - a much tougher target for the manji when it's surrounded by friends... Alas. The surrounding bikes were all there; mine was not.
A recovery mission to SEA would be more promising than keeping an eye out locally. Almost all the rental cycles I saw in Siem Riep (Angkor Wat area) had Japanese registration stickers... (see picture below taken in Cambodia 2009) No doubt it was whisked into a container and is already cruising the streets of Cambodia.
I've heard it said often - theft is rare in Japan - unless it's a bicycle or an umbrella.... sigh....