As I'm writing this I'm feeling a bit empty.
My GN got stolen from the footpath in Bulls. Disc brake locked. Public place - main street of Bulls, SH1, 10m from the cop shop, opposite Subway).
I knew there was a risk of some fucken chumps setting it on fire, slashing it or stealing it.
Insured for theft, $600 excess. Will maybe get $1500 if I'm lucky. Reported it to the cops. Watch this space.
My big bro (Steam from KB) luckily has a spare bike (the Apocalypse) and is letting me borrow it till I sort my shit out. Thanks big bro!
Boring details follow to save on answering questions posted later:
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Was planning on riding to Rotorua for a tournament on Friday night, but a SLUTTY crosswind (Metservice said 80kmph) was making me furious and scared. I imagined my dad reading the paper about a biker crossing the centre line. I'm tall (6'5") and skinny, the bike has a windshield, and I have a large R-Jays bag on the back too, so I was a light bike with a big sail in a big wind. Not cool.
I stopped at one point to unleash a fucken verbal barrage on the weather. Man I psyched out. A good couple of minutes it went on for. Even swore at the trees, a letterbox, just plain old gravel. Fuck you gravel! Crappy letterbox! And I can be a potty-mouth too.
Got to Bulls, asked the i-site about the weather prospects. Not cool. Another 5 / 6 hours in that weather was a) a nightmare to think about, b) dangerous and c) potentially avoidable.
So I made some calls, and a mate was going to the same tourney and was half an hour behind me with an empty car.
Now just a case of finding a place to park it. Talked to the nice people at the BP station, they offered to put it inside their garage (thanks to them!) but I was passing back through late Sunday evening. Talked to a woman at the end of the intercom at the Bulls Police Station re parking it infront of their building. We concluded that best I didn't incase they park there.
So I parked it just to the right of the lamppost in the pic below (the cop shop is the non-descript building left background, photo taken from by Subway), on the footpath with the disc lock on. Good luck bike.
On my return on the Sunday evening, no bike. Gutted but not surprising. Spoke to the lovely lady at the house it's directly outside, she saw it there on Sat night but not Sun morning. And beer boxes were thrown into her yard.
So at this very moment I think some fucken dishonest yocals with a trailer are using my bike as a trash machine. Gutted.
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