Stolen!
February 24, 2008 at 8:56 am | Bike, Trip | No comment
Yesterday, at about 11pm, I look out the front window and notice something strangely missing on the driveway.
“Kim… Where the fuck’s my bike?”
“What?”
“My bike! My fucking bike’s been stolen!”.
So I run outside and look up the road, hoping in vain to see some-one trundling it away, alas no such luck.
After effing and blinding for a while and wildly gesticulating at the moon, stars and whatever deities happen to be listening, I call the police, who take my details and predictably are never heard from again.
I get on a variety of internet forums and post about my bike being stolen, a few people from them happen to be local and promise to keep an eye out for it.
The next day me and my mate Alex go drive up and down every single road in a place called “Netherfield”, which is the biggest rat-hole in Milton Keynes, and despite seeing a number of cars that we could quite happily believe were stolen, we don’t see my bike.
How? How could they steal my bike a WEEK before I leave Milton Keynes? Bastards!
Of course my insurance doesn’t cover it, I felt as I was only going to be in the UK for another 4 months at most and it was £150 extra to cover for theft, that it wasn’t worth it considering I was going to go through some of the most dangerous countries on the planet with no theft insurance.
I still feel that was the right choice… However perhaps the wrong choice was leaving my disc lock at my dads…
Oh well… Shit happens…