You could probably fill the Jackie Gleason Theater with the number of shoppers who have sworn they'll never return to South Beach. It's usually prompted by the same thing: Folks drive in, park a car, buy some gelato, maybe see a movie -- and return to find their wheels missing. Stolen? is the first thought. Then it's: Towed?! Of course. Towed.
If the drawer full of letters Riptide has received in the past year is any testament, this whole phenomenon of a tow-happy Miami Beach, while not new,
