Low life scummy thieves
Amanda's bike was stolen from out the front of my place last night. I had just thrown it in the back of my car so I could take it around to her place. I'd ducked inside and couldn't contact Amanda, so went and had a quick shower instead. Probably about half an hour after putting the bike in the car, I returned intending to deliver said bike. Said bike was gone. The car was about 5 metres from my front gate. Before taking the shower, I had been working in the garage with the light on, with the bike clearly visible. The security light at the front of my place was also on for much of the time.
My soccer gear, wallet and phone were in a bag next to the bike, as was the helmet. They remained, and the bike disappeared. I broke the news to Amanda and went for a drive, rather intent on running down the new owner. We'd worked together for a few hours to get that bike running well, buying new parts, stripping it down, cleaning it up. Amanda had one ride and was really looking forward to the next. In half an hour some fucker ruined all that. Made our time, money and effort worthless. Not only that, but some fucker had been in my car and helped themselves to its contents.
It's a horrible feeling to have something stolen like that. In the end there was no great monetary investment and it is all replaceable. That's reassuring, but doesn't cure the feeling that these low-lifes are helping themselves to other people's possessions. Amanda was really upset, understandably, because the bike meant a lot to her. She works hard to afford that kind of thing. I'm upset because some cunt is disrespectful enough and callous enough to put their grubby fucking mits on my belongings and steal from the front of my house. Just makes you sick.
Anyone riding a black Haro Escape around Mayfield with any number of identifying features better have a water tight explanation when I bump into them.