They’ve found it!
March 7, 2008 at 11:35 am | Bike, Trip | No comment
I can’t believe it, it’s a miracle! My prayers have been answered! Thank you jeezus!
This morning I got up at the crack of wossname (well, 7:30 anyway) and grabbed a taxi to go and see a regular old road-style F650GS.
Half an hour, £35 and lots of backseat navigation later I’m inspecting the bike.
A fine specimen indeed, no leaky fork seals, engine starts first time, no scuffs scrapes or bumps but I have an underlying feeling of disappointment, and despite dressing up in bike gear and bringing my helmet along (not to mention a wodge of cash), I decide to pass on the bike.
On the taxi ride home I mull over my decision, which had surprised me as I just felt the need to get some wheels under me and was expecting to just take a cursory glance of the bike, give the guy his cash and jump on it.
But for some reason I didn’t and I couldn’t work out why I’d just spent another £35 on a taxi when I could have a bike right now. Don’t get me wrong I didn’t regret my decision but I didn’t know the reasoning behind it.
But my decision was retrospectively justified when I got home and found my phone had a voicemail on it.
“Good morning Mr Martin, Thames Valley Police. Just calling to say we have some news on your stolen vehicle”.
I think to myself “Nah… they can’t have found it.. even if they have it’s been torched I’m sure”.
I return the call, trying not to get my hopes up (and failing miserably), I quote the reference number and the lovely lady on the other end of the phone elated informs me that they’ve found my bike!
She doesn’t know what condition it’s in though, so I have to ring the recovery company (and pay them a fee!).
I finally get through to some-one at CMG and YES, it’s in one piece!
Unable to contain my excitement I eagerly ask what the damage is.
“Mmm, snapped gear lever, busted ignition, broken front brake lever, fucked right handlebar, punctured front tyre, broken fuel cap and some scuffs and scrapes”
I chuckle to myself recognising some of the things he’s listed as damage that was already on the bike, thank him profusely and put the phone down to find some-one to pick up and fix the bike so I can ride it down to Newbury.
What a result, it’s made such a difference to how I feel, where previously I was feeling low and fatalistic, I’m now determined and rejoicing!