As tempted as I was to liberate the front basket in question, my conscience got the best of me. I still remember getting chewed out by my Mom when I was a kid for stealing a toy Poopatrooper. Thanks to the power of Google, I was able to find what I am talking about -
I don't know why I found it so enthralling to throw toys like this into the air and watch them parachute down - especially because I am a bit fearful of heights. I do know that stealing one from a store caused my Mom to become apoplectic. I had never seen, nor have I since seen, veins in her forehead bulge out so markedly. Maybe getting caught at such a young age kept me from a life of crime. Any way . . .
The power of Google also helped me to locate the front basket quite quickly. It was attached to a Specialized Globe bike (I also have a Globe, which was part of the appeal) and it only took me a few minutes to find out that it was quite an affordable accessory.
I try to support my local bike shop when I can, and since they carry Specialized products I made my way down to see if they had the basket in question in stock. They did not, however I asked them to order it for me . . . which kind of worked out. More details to follow in the series.