my uncle bought a stolen bike from a bike-stealer-and-then-reseller in Taiwan in the 90s, brought it home with him when he went back to the US, and gave it to me when I moved to Redmond. I used it for a bit until the seat broke, after which it remained on the porch of my apartment, seatless, until someone stole it, apparently unperturbed by the lack of seat—I just figured it was karmic justice.