I just pictured a movie scene in my head where she narrowly escapes the seller, riding the bike like a bat out of hell. He pulls out a gun, starts shooting as she disappears in the distance. A cop car arrives, lights flashing. She’s forced to take narrow and hazardous back alleys. Cut to police dogs barking. She fords a river while carrying the bike over her shoulder to erase the scent.
Late at night, still riding the bike, she arrives at her home, totally exhausted, covered with dirt and leeches, hair disheveled, only to find her actual bike - that looks exactly like the one she just stole from the guy, who is really poor and had to sell the bike to pay for his divorce - chained to the lamp post in front of her house, the same place where she had left it.