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What getting my bike stolen taught me about PR

I’ll be honest: I was less than zen when I walked out of my house to find my bike had been liberated from its lock during the night.  There was a lot of swearing and impotent rage, but I’ve since calmed down a little, and tried to make the best of a bad situation by taking a lesson from the whole experience.

As they say – when life hands you lemons, shut up and eat your goddamn lemons.

The first thing I learned is that while social media can have an immediate effect on a company’s bottom line, it cannot shatter a reputation earned from having a good product.  My first thought as I held the cut lock in my hand: "God damn, I wish I had bought a Kryptonite lock."

The second thing I learned when I called the place I bought the bike from three months ago (yeah) was that the people you have answering your phones can dramatically affect the perception of the company.  The first girl I talked to was unsympathetic, unhelpful and generally unsmart.  I’d always been happy with the service they provided, but I almost walked away completely and bought my new bike somewhere else.  Instead, I emailed the owner of the company, from whom I had bought the bike originally.

Which leads me to the third thing I learned – a simple customer service gesture can make a lifelong customer.  When I emailed the owner, he offered to loan me a bike until I bought a new one.  They’ve got tonnes of used bikes in the shop, so the gesture was small, but at the same time, extremely meaningful to an existing customer.

Long story short, I’m buying my new bike from the same place, and I’m buying a Kryptonite lock.  That is, unless I can find a lock with an insurance policy that will hunt down the person who stole the bike and give me five minutes alone in a locked room with them.  I would pay any amount of money for that.

  • http://www.kryptonitelock.com Donna Tocci

    Ryan – we are so sorry to hear about the loss of your bike. Thieves just stink! Truly.

    It’s nice to hear that you found a shop owner who understands the importance of customer service. As you said, it was a small gesture on his part (because he has the bikes) but meant a lot to you.

    We thank you, in advance, for your Kryptonite lock purchase. Please remember to register your key number with us as soon as you get the lock home (you can do it online for free) and, if the lock you choose has it, sign up for the anti-theft protection offer. It won’t allow you to hunt down anyone if your bike is stolen, but it is the most inclusive offer in the marketplace. Hopefully, you’ll never have to use it!

    Also, check out the proper lock up tips on our website. Properly locking is just as important as what you lock with. You’ve got to do all you can to stay ahead of those pesky (and I’m being kind there) thieves.

    All the best with your new bike, Ryan. We hope you have plenty of long, great rides together.

    Donna
    Kryptonite

  • http://www.ryananderson.ca Ryan

    Wow – it can never again be said that Kryptonite isn’t listening to the blogosphere. Very impressive.

    Thanks for the comment and your advice, Donna. I’ll be sure to check out that part of the site, and register the new lock once I get it.

  • http://pop-pr.blogspot.com Jeremy Pepper

    See, Ryan. You badmouth Kryptonite, and the bike gods come and get you. ;)

    Sorry about the loss – it sucks to have stuff stolen, you feel violated for a while, and in that odd fog.

    But, the owner of the shop is doing a nice thing, and keeping a customer that will buy another bike as soon as you can. That’s the important thing.

  • http://www.annienolan.com Annabelle

    Buddy…that’s lame. I recently had my wicked slicks removed from my bike the one time I left it at work over night. Poor raggety bike skeleton still locked to the lamp post was moaning at me the next day when I arrived for my lunch shift. “Why…..,” it’s quickly degenerating bike voice weezed,”why….?!” I felt like Ramona Quimby, or Harriet the Spy or little orphan Annie or some other super endearing and quirky fictional young girl who has something bad happen to her and then we all feel bad and hope she gets a house or new rich parents at the end(queue fireworks that spell my name and theme music). I wish you a new house Mr. Anderson.
    Sincerely,
    Annie Nolan