What a read to catch up on this little hum digger of sharing the love.
Maybe it's time to share how it feels to have your bike stolen to put some perspective on this emotional roller coaster.
I came back from my OE flat broke years ago. Begged a loan from my Folks to get a near new dirt bike to commute to work and polytech at night. In all this, and generally being a nice bloke my entire life, I can't see where I gave the right to these scumbags to take my bike away and leave me stranded in town at night, gutted to the core and wondering what I did to deserve this. How was I to get to work and repay the loan without transport blah blah. The effects roll on and on. Months later the Police called to say they found the frame dumped in a school pool and later caught some teenagers (yep about 17 yr old) with the motor. Turned out they made a regular $$ doing this and stuffing up other peoples lives. It was ONLY a vehicle theft but shit it felt like I had been violated. I hated the pricks and still do. What's worse is I didn't ask to hate them - they instilled that feeling in me against my will, and that makes me hate them even more.
I know nothing about the Guy in Rotorua, but if I got a call years ago that these pricks who stole my bike accidentally died - well I sure wouldn't be upset
Happiness is a means of travel, not a destination
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