Bloody Mad Woman (BMW)
10th February 2007, 11:49
But the mongrel didn't get away with it!! Thank God I had the steering lock on it - so the god-damned intellectually handicapped omeba just dropped the bike - probably to heavy for the little fkr anyway.
It was not a good nite!! The X-games are on here in Wellington and I'm directly opposite them - all these boy racers around until 3.30am in the morning - where were the bloody cops then!!
I dropped off to sleep around 5am, hell it was hot last nite, anyway I had set the alarm for 6.30am - to go to a market - just before it went off I heard all these footsteps next door - iron staircase, opened the bathroom window wide and leant out - all these cops were there (thank god I had a nitie on, even tho it didn't cover much - I looked down and my bike was on the ground - and yelled out ever so politely "Hey that's my fukin bike down there". Looked out the other window facing the road and one cop was chasing the little bastard - didn't catch him!!
Now I'd had no sleep - my life is that bike - managed to grab some shorts, put im on, ran back for a jacket - cdn't find me flamin keys - so left apartment unlocked - fair flew down the stairs - now here's me, in me black lace nitie and short shorts and I ran into a neighbour, he said he saw the guy and when he couldn't knick my bike he went upstairs and tried to steal a push bike - and he said hey that's not yours "Oh its me mate's - I'm borrowing" it. Bike was chained up - not too bright this native!! Then he did the runner. So I run out onto Oriental Parade and catch up with the cops who were on the 1st floor next door - Arms flailing, Oi that's my bike the fkn little bastard try to steal" "Yeah Love we'll be with ya shortly - we think he's in this building". By this time I'm beginning to feel the damp air and suddenly rememberd what I was wearing! Duh quickly put on jacket.
4 times the cop asked me "is this your bike" - do you own this bike? So it's your bike? And it is your bike? FFS
Anyway he helped me pick the bike up and said Hell this thing is heavy!! I was quite lucky not too much damage done!! Fking broken clutch lever that is brand new!! I had asked for an accessory one the bike shop said they weren't as well made - like bloody hell - this expensive one broke $134!!! The pannier rack saved the bike from more scratches, but there are a few new ones.
So tonite I will put the cover back on and spray cayenne pepper on it, so if any other retard tries the same trick - look out.
I said to the cops if you catch the guy - let me have him for 1 minute and I'll see justice is done - cos it sure won't be thru the so called judicial system.
Later in the morning I ran into Hitcher and his wife - who said charmingly "Didn't recognise you with ya clothes on" so had a bleat to him!!
But thank God I still have my bike - murder would have been committed if the cretin had successfuly stolen it!!
It was not a good nite!! The X-games are on here in Wellington and I'm directly opposite them - all these boy racers around until 3.30am in the morning - where were the bloody cops then!!
I dropped off to sleep around 5am, hell it was hot last nite, anyway I had set the alarm for 6.30am - to go to a market - just before it went off I heard all these footsteps next door - iron staircase, opened the bathroom window wide and leant out - all these cops were there (thank god I had a nitie on, even tho it didn't cover much - I looked down and my bike was on the ground - and yelled out ever so politely "Hey that's my fukin bike down there". Looked out the other window facing the road and one cop was chasing the little bastard - didn't catch him!!
Now I'd had no sleep - my life is that bike - managed to grab some shorts, put im on, ran back for a jacket - cdn't find me flamin keys - so left apartment unlocked - fair flew down the stairs - now here's me, in me black lace nitie and short shorts and I ran into a neighbour, he said he saw the guy and when he couldn't knick my bike he went upstairs and tried to steal a push bike - and he said hey that's not yours "Oh its me mate's - I'm borrowing" it. Bike was chained up - not too bright this native!! Then he did the runner. So I run out onto Oriental Parade and catch up with the cops who were on the 1st floor next door - Arms flailing, Oi that's my bike the fkn little bastard try to steal" "Yeah Love we'll be with ya shortly - we think he's in this building". By this time I'm beginning to feel the damp air and suddenly rememberd what I was wearing! Duh quickly put on jacket.
4 times the cop asked me "is this your bike" - do you own this bike? So it's your bike? And it is your bike? FFS
Anyway he helped me pick the bike up and said Hell this thing is heavy!! I was quite lucky not too much damage done!! Fking broken clutch lever that is brand new!! I had asked for an accessory one the bike shop said they weren't as well made - like bloody hell - this expensive one broke $134!!! The pannier rack saved the bike from more scratches, but there are a few new ones.
So tonite I will put the cover back on and spray cayenne pepper on it, so if any other retard tries the same trick - look out.
I said to the cops if you catch the guy - let me have him for 1 minute and I'll see justice is done - cos it sure won't be thru the so called judicial system.
Later in the morning I ran into Hitcher and his wife - who said charmingly "Didn't recognise you with ya clothes on" so had a bleat to him!!
But thank God I still have my bike - murder would have been committed if the cretin had successfuly stolen it!!