There are literally hundreds of these around town. I did everything I could to turn that bike into a lottery ticket.
I got a call the second day. He said he knew where the bike was and asked if I had the money. I said yes and asked where to meet. He asked again, "you've got the money?". I said, and this is verbatim: "I have the money, all I want is to put it in your hand, get on my bike and ride away, and never hear about it again.". He said "OK" and hung up. Never called back.
I live in the ghetto, if my bike was still around here I would think it would have turned up by now for $1000. Could be in a salvage yard (I called all of them) run by someone who does't quite follow the rules. The possibilities are endless.