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Those who know me could probably guess what I'm like when I'm completey pissed off. Well get this....
I don't mind the rain so I ride the 'blade to work last night. Park it right next to the main entrance at the Hip-E club (where i'm working) then proceed on with the nights work. Round comes 4am, nearly home-time, bike's a bit wet but hey, you get that.
I head inside to sign off all the boyz hours, grab my gear from the staff room and just can't wait to jump on for a adrenalin pumping ride home int he wet, with my semi-slick on the back.
WTF!! Some long haired bogan mofo thinks he'll start poking his freaky ass fingers round my bike's headstock. I yell and he continues. By now i'm bout 2 feet away from him and see it ain't a long ass fingernail he has, but a freakin' screwdriver and he's bout to be poking that shit thru my ignition!!
Down I place my helmet and the next thing to go down was his genetically deformed cranium as it went *crack* on the cold asphalt. The rest of the boys run out and we have our fun with him for the following moments until I feel it's out of my system. It's not good too ride angry you know..,.:-)
"But wait", as Tim the Demtel once said as he pokes out of my TV screen. "That's not all"
I scream through the last few cnr before my street trying to break the rear tyre loose one more time before i park it and hop into a warm bed.
Because of the large expanse of cars and driveway at my place, parking can be a lil awkward. In order to get my bike out I had to move a couple of cars and for now, one of them had to stay in the driveway "outside" of the enclosed garage.
The noise of my bike turning into my small cul-de-sac street IS loud at 430 in the morning but this time I wish it wasn't. If it was just as silent as a stock can then the piece of shit, dressed in black running from my house would not have had as much time as they did. Yeppo, u heard right.
I speed t'wards the mutha fcker until my street ends at a wall of house, throw the kickstand down then, in full gear n helmet + bag, take chase over two fences. Alas though, a once-in-a-lifetime event occurred and the culprit jumped one fence too many for me to keep sight or pace with him. I made it over two, he would have made it over 4 by that time.
I trundle back through people's backyards and am surprised at the lack of response two people running thru their backyards n jumping their fences made. NONE @ ALL
Back to the bike n roll it to the drive way and check out the car.
Window smashed and small bag n cd deck taken. As you could tel by the tell-tale wires hanging aimlessly out of the centre console.
6hrs later and I'm still up n fuming. I DARE someone to fuck with me today.... :twisted:
I don't mind the rain so I ride the 'blade to work last night. Park it right next to the main entrance at the Hip-E club (where i'm working) then proceed on with the nights work. Round comes 4am, nearly home-time, bike's a bit wet but hey, you get that.
I head inside to sign off all the boyz hours, grab my gear from the staff room and just can't wait to jump on for a adrenalin pumping ride home int he wet, with my semi-slick on the back.
WTF!! Some long haired bogan mofo thinks he'll start poking his freaky ass fingers round my bike's headstock. I yell and he continues. By now i'm bout 2 feet away from him and see it ain't a long ass fingernail he has, but a freakin' screwdriver and he's bout to be poking that shit thru my ignition!!
Down I place my helmet and the next thing to go down was his genetically deformed cranium as it went *crack* on the cold asphalt. The rest of the boys run out and we have our fun with him for the following moments until I feel it's out of my system. It's not good too ride angry you know..,.:-)
"But wait", as Tim the Demtel once said as he pokes out of my TV screen. "That's not all"
I scream through the last few cnr before my street trying to break the rear tyre loose one more time before i park it and hop into a warm bed.
Because of the large expanse of cars and driveway at my place, parking can be a lil awkward. In order to get my bike out I had to move a couple of cars and for now, one of them had to stay in the driveway "outside" of the enclosed garage.
The noise of my bike turning into my small cul-de-sac street IS loud at 430 in the morning but this time I wish it wasn't. If it was just as silent as a stock can then the piece of shit, dressed in black running from my house would not have had as much time as they did. Yeppo, u heard right.
I speed t'wards the mutha fcker until my street ends at a wall of house, throw the kickstand down then, in full gear n helmet + bag, take chase over two fences. Alas though, a once-in-a-lifetime event occurred and the culprit jumped one fence too many for me to keep sight or pace with him. I made it over two, he would have made it over 4 by that time.
I trundle back through people's backyards and am surprised at the lack of response two people running thru their backyards n jumping their fences made. NONE @ ALL
Back to the bike n roll it to the drive way and check out the car.
Window smashed and small bag n cd deck taken. As you could tel by the tell-tale wires hanging aimlessly out of the centre console.
6hrs later and I'm still up n fuming. I DARE someone to fuck with me today.... :twisted:
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