Just got my bike, then it got stolen (videos of theft)

[NovaPhoenix]

Currently as of finishing proof reading this it is 12:37AM, Sunday night April 10th 2005, and I’m dreading a phone call.

My First motorcycle has been stolen, and I had it for only 4 days, the outcome of getting it back is looking very bad. Here is my experience. Links to theft videos can be seen further down in the post.

Number Plate – XRL 10
Engine# - EX250EE116830
VIN # - JKAEXMH18NA030736
Location - Sydney NSW Australia

Contact Number - +61402 077 818


I'm now 23, and for nearly a decade now I've wanted a motorbike. I had to wait until I was over 17 before I could go for my “L Plates” in Victoria Australia, by the time that came around I was finishing up at school, and was severely lacking money. So I put it on hold and was going to 'treat' myself once I get a proper job.

Anywho, girlfreind came around and the money I had saved up started to flow into going out with her, by this time my family had given me my grandfathers car, so I wasn’t to concerned about transport now. The car was a Canary Yellow Toyota Corona 1978. My parents got married in it, I went on holidays in it, and it was well taken care of. The months rolled on and I was living out of home, so rent was eating a nice chunk of my money. Long story short, I went into dept to my family of about $5000.

Things changed, I broke up, moved back home, get a semi proper job at a local supermarket. At that time money was starting to increase and I was able to pay off little bits of my loan. Things were starting to look up until;

Some jerk decided it would be fun to ram me with his 4 wheel drive while I was on the freeway, thus destroying my car and nearly killing us all in it. Hit and run, my car was a write off. Cops did squat all and my car wasn’t covered by insurance for that sort of accident. (Just a side note, the night we got rammed, was my friends 18th, and I had finally gotten a very nice big pay check, we were all going out for our first night on the town in a very long time)

Anywho, most of the cash I had now saved up was spent on getting a bomb of a new car, getting it road worthy and getting it rego'd. (People from Vic know this is a pain in the ***). Once again the motorbike was put on hold. I started feeling a bit better after I got the new car, despite initial problems with its first week, after getting it nice and service it started to behave itself and I found myself getting attached to it. (I bought this car outright with cash, so _I_ owned it). Few days later, my mum comes into my room to tell me the car is now missing. Some prick has nicked off with it. Great, 2 cars down...

Once again the cops couldn’t do much.

Luckily there was almost no petrol in the car, so the thieves had only managed to take it down the road to a paddock behind some factories and do a few burnouts in the grass. My car was now quite banged up and my entire CD collection had been taken. (most of the CDs were singles with mixes, stuff you cant buy now). Once again, more money spent on getting it back up to a driving condition.

Over the next few months I was slowly getting a bit depressed, I was living with a friend (who didn’t ever clean the house) and my job at the supermarket wasn’t going so well. Because of my age, I was getting fewer shifts, why pay someone at 21 and 22, when you can pay someone at 16 far less for the same job. After all sorts of little problems and feeling like I've hit rock bottom, I managed to beg to my parents to come back home and try and save up some money to pay them off.

Time went on and I wasn’t overly happy or depressed. Then things started to turn, I managed to score a job in the computer game industry as a tester. Something I'm good at. The money was good and the days were alright (not full time). There was a strong possibility that I would get a full time position and possibly a promotion when new projects came in. For the first time I was able to have some money to save and play with. Things were looking up.

As of Febuary 2003, I managed to save up a swag of cash to treat my self to a day at the Avalon Airshow (big thing in Victoria). I had money for helicopter rides, jet rides and all sorts of fun little activities I would treat my self too. I was feeling rich and it was good. Until a day before the airshow when I get a phone call from my boss. “Theres problems with the project, we wont be needing any of you casual testers in for a while.”

A while turned out to be MANY months. Afterwhich I had eaten through all my savings...

Work started up again during mid year 2003 and this time I was working 5 days a week on average. So the cash was coming in harder and faster than last time. Once again I managed to pay off a little bit of the loan, but I was holding onto my money for dear life just incase we loose another project. Luckily I did. Once again we casual testers were put on the back burner and we had no work for months.

Once again something came along and we were called back in, for 5 days a week work. Occasionally we worked weekends as well during crunch time. This managed to hold stable for a good 6-7 months. I saved like a money miser and finally as of June 2004, had finally paid off my debt. I WAS FREE. All money I would now earn was mine to do what I wanted with. Next step, MOTORBIKE

But as with this stupid game industry I was in, another lull time was fast approaching, this time we got a good few months warning, so I was able to prepare for it. I was lucky, I had another friend who had just moved to Sydney and scored a job up there, and managed to get me a position. Not only was the job fulltime, but it paid a huge salary (well high compared to what I was use to). Sweet!

So I moved out of home once again and set my sights on Sydney. Big thing for me, moving out of Melbourne, this time to move to a place where I will have a job and enough money to _Live_. So things were going great, I was happy, secure, I lived in a great apartment with a person that WAS NOT messy, great view, lived across the road from work, meeting new people lots of fun stuff.

So from August 2004 to March 2005, I saved lots and spent a bit here and there. Finally got my surfboard, traveled a bit around the place and fattened my self up a little (hey I like my good food ). The cops pulled me over one night and said I had to now register my car with a Sydney Registration (since I had been there longer than 3 months). Fair enough:

So off to the RTA, get the papers and get things ready. But hold a sec, I have to get my car road worthy? Checked into that, HOLY POOP! "How much for fixing the rust on my door? $1000+?!"; "When the **** did this oil leak start?"

Okie, time to get rid of the car. I felt a little down that it was time to let the old girl go. So up it went on the car sales pages. (Still to date only one person has rang me to ask me about it). Family came up to visit, and when they left I asked them to take the car from me and try to sell it back in Melbourne, much better chance to get it sold due to Vic Roads not being as NSW’s RTA. Good excuse to go out and get a new mode of transport. A Motorbike!!


This was it, it was finally here. After nearly a decade of waiting, yearning and dreaming of it, I had passed my tests with flying colours and had gone out to buy my first motorbike.

First place I went to I saw a brilliant looking Kawasaki ZZR 250 93 model in Purple. (The color I originally wanted). Sweet $3000. I’d still check around a few more places to compare prices, yet no other shop could get even close to the price of the first one I had seen. I had found my bike.

[NovaPhoenix]

Day 1:
Saturday April 2nd

I pop down to Close Motorcycles in the suburb or Redfern. I get there on 10am on Saturday April 2nd 2005. I had just managed to walk in as the sales guy gets off the phone talking to another person about the same ZZR. I put a quick $2000 deposit on the bike while I run off to an ATM to get the remaining $1000 cash out. (All the hassles in the world just to get some cash, but that’s a novel and half) Get back to the store, sign all the forms and it’s finally mine!!

MY MOTORBIKE!!! The one I have dreamed for so long. THE EXACT BIKE I've always wanted.



Thats my bike in that picture Super Happy!
Numberplate - "XRL 10" Black text on yellow background.

Okie so now the bike was mine, all I had to do was get it home. Okie, easy, I can do that. I did the pre-learner course, they taught me how to ride at 20kph, no probs, I can handle city traffic. No problem..

Okie, ok; OK, ok. Out I go. No cars, sweet!

Red light, **** Okie, fast throttle, friction point: Lights go green, away I go. Sweet didn’t stall it, its all good.

POOP! Lots of cars! Okie nice and slow now. I'll turn right when I can (we drive on the left side of the road in Australia).

First set of lights. I can do this, cars behind me, mustn’t worry about them, focus on the feel of the bike. **** my pants are tight and my nut-GREEN LIGHT. Oh ****, go. GO!! STALL!!?!? NO STALL NOW!!!!

Come on start, START!! YES!! Away I go

Okie, not many cars coming from the other direction, I'll zip into this street and go slow down from now on.

So after a few more panicky moments on the road I finally make it to my apartment complex, through the big steel security doors and park it down next to my flat mates car. SWEET, I made it, and I went 50KPH. I WAS FLYING But **** my nuts hurt and I'm all swetty in my helmet.

So any way, I grab my ZZR Manual from the bike, and quickly explore it. Over the next few hours I pick up some "L Plates" (You must have these displayed on your bike to show your new at riding) for my bike and I read through the first section of the manual.

So now the time comes, my first ride, getting use to the bike. So over the next 30 to 40 mins, I ride around my local area, getting a feel for the gears, stalling, more gears, stalling, stopping, stalling, going, going faster, SLOWING DOWN, stalling, cornering, going over speed humps, AVOIDING CARS SPEEDING THROUGH ROUNDABOUTS, stalling and riding.

So I take a break for a while, discover these funky forums and start to read up on other people's experiences. I look for a few pics of other ZZRs like mine Such as here and wonder why they have two exhausts and I only have one. So after cooling down and feeling inspired out again, I get on my bike and nervously hit the streets for the second time today.

Over the next 30 mins or so, I improve a lot when it comes to slowly taking off and making sure I do things correctly, eg controlling the bike with the foot brake and NOT the clutch (an old habit from my dirt bike days on a farm). Feeling confident now, I venture out onto the bigger roads with more cars on it. So far so good, so I think to my self, time to show my friend MY bike. He has known me for nearly a decade and has known for a very long time I have wanted this bike.

So my first challenge. Make it from Rosebery to Coogee (south city suburbs to coast, about 10-15mins in car depending on traffic). The roads were kind to me, not too many cars, but enough to challenge me. The sun was setting and it was starting to get dark, so good time to get use to things in the dark. Finally arrive at my friends place, big grin and all, get to the front door, ring the door bell.....Ring the door bell.......Ring the doorbell again......

Right, mobile phone time. "Dude, I'm at you're place, where abouts are you?" Turns out he has been at work for most of the day, work being right next door to where I live. Ah well, at least I learnt a lot from this ride. It built my confidence and I was feeling good about my bike. But still one thing. MY NUTS HURT.

So after showing off the bike to my friend, we decided to go and grab dinner. I can tell you right now, a burger tastes so much better when your hungry, really really excited and feeling secure. Twas a good meal. Burgerlicious Bondi Junction Plug



Day2:
Sunday 3rd April

This weekend was basically meant to be my rest weekend. Before I had bought my motorbike on Saturday, I had family up for an entire week. We went out as much as we could, which involved a **** of a lot of walking. I mean a LOT OF WALKING. My legs at this point were begging me no to get out of bed and stand up. While I was excited about giving my bike another go, I still a bit apprehensive, I still didn’t feel totally confident on it and the pain of my legs was killing a fair bit of enthusiasm. So I read a few forum posts, did some web surfing, played a few online games and generally burnt through time in the day, in hope that my legs would stop hurting. Eventually I got a little bored, and just so happened to read an interesting post, which then in turn motivated me to get back out on my bike.

So off I was again, started off within my local streets, to see how I felt after the big Saturday ride. I was much more confident, going faster, braking smoother etc. Things were going good. But still at the point, wasn’t feeling to comfortable on my bike. Most likely my jeans, they are a tad bit tight. (Can't bend down)

Had a go at riding to the airport, watch some planes, take a corner far too fast, break the speed limit by 20kph, and nearly falling over when riding up a sandy hill.

But I did have a go on the freeway! Twas fun doing 80kph on a nice smooth road for a change.


Day3:
Monday 4th April

I had been ranting and raving about my new bike at work all day. I was so proud of it. Many of my workmates weren’t to interested in seeing it, understandable, but I HAD MY BIKE

The day dragged on, all I wanted to do was go out and ride. After work, I didn’t jump out right away, I let the peak hour traffic calm down and I was considering going for a little bit of an exploration around the local suburbs that I haven’t seen before.

Came across this quiet, straight piece of road with a 90Kph speed limit. Now for all us NSW Aussies, L Plates basically means we aren’t allowed to go faster than 80Kph. Well yeah; I only broke it a little

Just a little...


Day 4:
Tuesday 5th April

Similar to Monday, I was excited about getting out and about on my bike, but at the same time was a little apprehensive in regards to the peak hour traffic. So after things had settled down, I went out for a ride around the area. Eventually made my way to Fox Studios, found a nice little empty car parking area, and generally rode around that, trying some cornering techniques. Some guy came out from a building, and I thought I was going to get a good shouting from a security guard, so I slowly rode my way over to him. Turned out he was another biker, gave me some good tips and we exchanged stories. Turned out to be a good night.

As I parked my bike back in front of my flat mates cars, I noticed a Coke bottle still sitting next to his car. I saw it when I left, but didn’t give much thought about it. Who leaves a half drunk coke bottle in front of a persons car, when there is bin room just around the corner? Being my paranoid self, I had considered that it may have been someone inspecting my bike at some point, and had left their drink there by accident. Anywho, checked with flat mate and it wasn’t his. So I chucked it out. I mean it was just a coke bottle, a kid may have left it there...

Anywho, last I remember was turning my handle bars, making sure they were locked, and looking at my bike, making sure it wasn’t going to fall over.

Tonight’s ride was a good one, met a nice person, felt more comfortable this time, back didn’t hurt much and my jeans seem to have stretched that little bit so my nuts weren’t crushed to a pulp. (I don’t think I’m having children) I was really starting to like my bike. I was more convinced now that I had bought the right bike, and that if I gave it a few more rides, I'll stick with it for longer than I considering.

Elevator up to my apartment, and flop into bed.

[NovaPhoenix]

Day 5
Wednesday 6th April

As with Monday and Tuesday, nothing ultra special, still bragging to work mates about my bike, in a really good mood, couldn’t wait to go out for ride after work when the traffic calms down.

So I pop home after work, (The Garage/Parking area to my apartment block is under where all the apartments are, and because I walk to work, I go via the ground level entrance, thus avoiding the car park entirely.)

I hit the Kawasaki Forums again http://www.kawasakimotorcycle.org/forum (This is getting posted up on multiple forums BTW) and generally bum about at home for a while. My flat mate comes home, nothing special about that, but what he said next really made me feel stone cold.

"Hey dude, did you move your bike?"

At first I thought he may have said something else. I then ran it through my head, Nope, I hadn’t touched it today. So I reply, "No, is it not there?"

When he said "No", all the memories of my car being stolen rushed back into my head. My heart stopped, and then started racing. "Oh s**t..."

I hate the elevator in my apartment block, Its too **** slow...

The doors open, and where I should be able to see my bike, I don’t.

I get out, hoping that it may have been moved by the neighbors because I might have been blocking their car. Oh **** oh **** oh ****....

I ran everywhere around the parking lot, nothing. It was no where. MY BIKE WAS NO WHERE!

First things first, okie, breath. Ask room mate when he saw it last. Ask neighbour when he saw it last. Okie, I brought my bike back on Tuesday night at about 10:30pm. Neighbor said he didn’t see it in the morning when he left to work at 8am Wednesday. Bike went missing between 10:30 and 8am the next morning. Ok.

First things first, dash to work, write up some posters, stick them up, need to do something, ANYTHING, to calm down. Need people to ring me with info. Please people ring. Oh ring now, Please say you saw something...

Next step after putting posters up, need to get to Cop Shop (Police Station). Reported it, not much they can do right now.



Day 6
Thursday April 7th

I had left a message for work, I wasn’t coming in, I needed to chase up the cops or anything. I need to find out info. First things first, contact ‘Strata’ (building group and residents co-operation thingy). YAY, answering machine.... "Our office hours are 9am to 5..." DONT CARE.

Walking; thinking; where the **** did my bike, go? HOW DID THEY GET IT OUT!? There are 2 massive steel roller doors, that you need to scan to come in and to scan to go out. There are cameras at these doors, come on, what the ****?

Out of desperation I see some cleaning dudes having a coffee break. They might know something. They did, they knew a lot.

It turned out my bike was one of 2 stolen on Tuesday night. And they had video footage of a bike being wheeled out. I went to meet the other owner’s girlfriend. She had been dealing with the cops and talking to the cleaners all yesterday, she might be able to fill me in. For this forum post, we'll call her "Sheila", and her boy friend we'll call "Barry".

Anywho, Sheila had already seen some of the footage, and had seen someone walking my bike out the side door next to the big steel roller doors. We both then went back to the security room, soon met up with the local security dude, and we went through the footage.

Basically a guy that no one recognized had somehow got into the car park. Don’t know how but there he was, time after time after time, (There were other residents watching the video, who have lived here long enough to know everyone). This unknown guy kept exiting through the same door, but never entering. So there’s a good chance he was being let in by someone else. See videos below



http://ofp.shafted.com.au/darkspace/...6200500.49.avi
http://ofp.shafted.com.au/darkspace/...6200502.32.avi
http://ofp.shafted.com.au/darkspace/...6200503.11.avi

There’s more to this though. Prior to this guy, we had a lady lurking about out the front of the carpark looking in through the wire towards where my bike was. She was seen doing this on Monday and Tuesday night at about the same time. Not only that, we had video footage of another 2 unknown people on Monday night attempting to fiddle with the door controls, which they ended up breaking. Due to no conclusive evidence that these people are linked to the bike theft, I have not uploaded to videos to the web. The cops need to see it first, and I don’t want to be blaming people if they just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time but did nothing wrong.

So we watched this guy on camera, searching through all the footage to see if he popped up elsewhere. Until we came to these few parts.

This is Barry's motorbike being taken by the same guy:
http://ofp.shafted.com.au/darkspace/...6200503.44.avi

And this is mine...
http://ofp.shafted.com.au/darkspace/...6200504.04.avi




Its really not a good feeling seeing someone on your bike on a security video camera. I can tell you right now, neither I nor Sheila were feeling too good when we saw the bikes being taken away. I was a mix of raw rage, yet diluted with helplessness and disgusted. Basically;

Not Cool.



The rest of the day was spent watching the video, going to the Cop Shop giving them the video footage, and generally twiddling our thumbs. I was lucky though, I managed to goto work and keep my mind off things. By now everyone had seen my email I had sent the previous night in regards to my bike being stolen. I believe they also all saw it in my face that I was really not in a good mood at all. Everyone was very supporitve. Good thing there was also a semi milestone that night, so I was at work until 2:30am Friday morning doing my thing. Being totally buggered from the day with chasing up the bike and working, when I did goto bed I fell asleep right away. At least I managed to get one night of sleep....



Day 7
Friday April 8th

The producer at work wasn’t expecting me until lunch time, so I had the morning sorta off. I woke up at 9am, and I just couldn’t relax. I had to keep moving. So once again I chased up things that I could, talked to Sheila and exchanged ideas and info on what we could do. I went back to work at about 10ish from what I remember. I just wanted to keep my mind off the theft. So I buried my self with as much as I could handle that day. Which in turn wasn’t much as all, I couldn’t focus and I just wanted to go off and sulk somewhere. But if I did that, all I'd want to do, is 'do something'. Burnt some time by going to the pub with a few people for lunch break. Kept my self busy with filling out level reports, and generally trying things in different games. Had a big tea break and kept trying to get things done. Keep the mind going, must get in a sulky mood.

Work had finished, and I had done what I could do, it again ended up being another latish night due to another mini milestone. Good thing is, it kept me doing stuff. Went over and visited Sheila and Barry afterwards, see what’s new at their end. Not much. Barry was going to contact the Cop Shop in Redfern in the morning (the case had now been diverted to them)

No really feeling tired and needing to do something, I once again went back to the office and played some games. Just didn’t want to be at home.

[NovaPhoenix]

Day 8 [Current]
Saturday 9th April

Same as yesterday, up early, and I'm out and about. Went to Sheila's and Barry’s, they had contacted the Cop Shop. Word was not good news...

No one had been assigned to the case (wouldn’t happen until Monday) and because this Cop Shop is in Redfern we had little hope they'd actually do anything.

[For people not living in Australia, Redfern is sort of like the Bronx, lots of people not really making themselves useful and generally causing misery to others around them, the police station is likely to get a lot of calls in regards to stolen stuff every day]

The day has been dragging on. With word from Redfern looking grim, Barry and I decided we'd pay them a visit later on.

I was in the office again, the producer came in and gave me a quick task, but due to me not having a breakfast, and really not with it because I was focused on the motorbike today, I didn’t exactly give him the report he wanted. Just a few words thrown together, I couldn’t even explain it to him properly when he needed it clarified. I was not feeling good at all. I just wanted to zone out and watch a DVD that a friend had lent me.

Later on Barry and I made our way to Redfern, luckily we had a nice lady cop who was very sympathetic to how we were feeling. As much as I was feeling down and angry, she at least told us the truth in a way that didn’t make us feel too bad. Basically, even with the video footage of the man taking the bikes, and the people acting suspiciously, there’s not much they can do. If they were to go up to the person we believe had a helping hand in the theft and ask them any questions, all the person has to do is say "No" and that would be that. No warrant can be issued, no spy equipment no nothing... Things were not looking good.

Stupid courts, they can infest your house with spy stuff or raid you if you are even remotely related to terrorism, but when it comes to a theft there is strong suspicion on someone, they cant do s**t.

To give everyone the facts that we know about getting our bikes back. We were told there is a 5% chance that the bikes would be recovered. This chance is lowered because it wasn’t just some random kid stealing the bike, it looked like a pro, and he was on a mission. 2 bikes stolen; 2 possibilities.

The bad and most likely possibility:-
The bikes are broken down to individual parts and sold off.

The good yet still bad and unlikely possibility:-
The bikes are used in a professional get away, such as from a bank robbery or murder. After which they would be dumped, and possibly burnt.

We really hopped it would be the latter, but the odds were really stacked against us.



Okie, so time to keep going, the cops might come over on Sunday and have a chat to us, but there’s not much else we can do until then. Time to do my neglected washing. Pick up my lovely HEAVY washing basket and start to heave it to the bus stop 500mters away to catch it to my local laundry lady. (Flat mate was out so couldn’t ask him for a lift) As I'm making my way out I get a call from Sheila, "Get your *** over here now", so off I go, washing under arms, etc.

Get to the apartment, and Barry had just finished up on the phone and was looking at the local directory. He was not looking happy at all. I mean like the kind of un happy look ya get when you find out your pet has just died or family member has been rushed to hospital due to an accident. The cops had rang to say they have found Barry's bike, not mine as of yet, just Barrys... well what was left of it.

Barry and I get in the car and travel 5 mins down the road to the suburb of Botany. There in a small industrial area, stacked on a plastic pallet was a metal chunk. That’s all that was left of Barry's bike. The basic metal chassis, the bits of the engine they couldn’t take out and the identification plate. Not only that, what bits would have been able to be salvaged but were left had been set on fire.

From looking around and talking to a few of the locals also accounting for the horrible weather from the previous night, we basically guess the remains of the bike were dumped there from midnight to about sometime early morning. The people across the road from the factory had arrived home late and said they had not seen the bike parts there when they got back.

I felt so sorry for Barry. He really loved his bike. He spent a fortune on it, he’s taken stacks of pictures of it, and he had been riding for months. He looked like he wanted to cry and yet murder someone at the same time. Seeing him like this, seeing his bike like this really was starting to hit me. Basically it was only a matter of time before I would see MY BIKE like this, and unlike Barry, I don’t have Sheila to go back to, and like last time with my car being destroyed by that 4 wheel driver, I'd most likely have a big teary. I mean I'm feeling a little choked up now as I'm typing this.


We weren’t able to pack the remains of the bike into the car, and Barry really didn’t wanna take it home with him. We both went back to our apartments, I think Barry had a quiet one after that, I took my washing back to my apartment, now that the Laundromat I was going to is likely closed. Feeling the need to get out and get my mind off things, I went for a nice long walk to the Moore Park Supa Center to go see if EB or Harvey Norman had any new games I could buy and drown my self in. Nothing.

So

Its Saturday night again, it was a brilliant night to go riding. Went out with Flatmate to Burgerlicious in Bondi Junction again, one week after I went last. The burger wasn’t that good this time. And it’s now sitting in my fridge at home to be eaten when I feel hungry.

I now sit here, in front of the PC in the office writing this. I'm watching the hours go by; essentially counting down to a theoretical time of 3am Sunday morning when I guess the thieves will dump the remains of my bike. Right now, as I type this line, the time has just hit 11:30PM Saturday night. I'm not feeling good, in some cases, just wanna have a big teary. Writing this has helped me vent some frustrations and has kept my mind focused. Plus if feels good just to feel motivated to type something. I've got my techno music going and I'm dreading ending this forum post. The next step is to proof read it, make sure that I didn’t type stuff that doesn’t make sense. (which was a lot of stuff in the first draft)

Just so everyone knows and hopefully to clear any doubts. This is NOT a fictional story, I didn’t embellish it, I just tried to make it readable to the average person without boring everyone.



So how do I feel about all of this?

I want to go up to the person who we believe is affiliated with the crime, and basically bash them until they are pulp under by bloody broken fist.

I want my bike back, want to hug it and go for a nice long hour ride on the freeway, regardless of speed limits.

I want it to end, good or bad, I want this experience to end, to know what happened to my bike, and it not just to simply vanish and I never hear from it again. That’s why I believe Barry so far is the lucky one, its ended for him, he can move on, get a new bike. Me, right now, I want my bike back

I just want my bike back

keyboard is all blurry...

[Gpz1100]

Sorry that happened to you and your buddy. It sucks. Really hope you get your bike back or at least find closure. Hope the *******s that did this get caught. Good luck.

[Spok]

Obviously this whole episode has left you lost for words.

If I were going on a transatlantic flight, I might read your whole story but instead I get the jist and say I'm sorry for your loss. Hope you get something resolved. I hate theves.

[2WheelFun]

I'm sorry to hear about your loss. I like spok hate thieves!!! I hope you recover your bike and they catch the jerks who stole it.

[jewfzr]

I'm sorry to hear about this, this **** just gets me enraged. Good luck getting it back.

[brancher]

Sorry, man....

Happens to the best of us. I had my first car (my first real car, that is) stolen from a shopping center in broad daylight. The police found it a month later, in another city. I know how you feel about this.

(note to self: Never, Never go to Australia. The cops there are terrible.)

[jukief]

Geeze. That guy has HUGE balls! Didn't he know there was a camera there? I'm so sorry. You have every right to be upset. I hope you get your bike back soon.

[car_to_motorcyc]

Sorry to hear what happend, is there a lesson here to be learned??? And is there anyway to protect bikes against theft (hidding a GPS transmitter in the tank or something like that)???

[NovaPhoenix]

Thats the thing, how much are GPS transmitters, how big are they, and what info can be server back to the user? I'm considering getting a Gizmodo, apparently it has a feature that you can enable that will SMS your mobile phone if it leaves a certain GPS area, thus you know if someone is nicking off with your bike/car.

So far no phone call from the cops or anything. Its 12:14PM Sunday lunchtime.

[Nanuk]

That sucks.... Sorry for you loss..

[Crue]

Wow that was a long read... I can totally relate though. I had a bike stolen out of my driveway just 4 months after buying it. It was a new 2002 KLR650. It was found 3 days later trashed. Some punk stole his grandfathers truck and then loaded my bike into it. He turned it into a trail bike and had fried the electrical system after replacing the fuses with tin foil!. I did have insurance on it and the ******* is in jail now for mine and other crimes he has commited. Hopefully he will be in for a long long time but I doubt he will serve even 1/3 of his sentence.

Stupid courts, they can infest your house with spy stuff or raid you if you are even remotely related to terrorism, but when it comes to a theft there is strong suspicion on someone, they cant do s**t.

Have you thought of taking the tapes to the media? Maybe they can show the tapes on the news and someone will recognise the thief. Maybe you can help put this SOB away before he vicimizes someone else. If the mainstream media won't do anything maybe you can get some air time on a local cable channel during the weekly bingo game. Hunt down the *******.

After I had my bike stolen I bought a Gorilla alarm, ($129 Cnd), and a motorcycle cover, ($69 Cnd). If someone tries to take the cover off the vibration will set off the alarm. I also lock the steering and leave the bike in gear.

Good luck, I hope the bike gets returned in one peice, but after seeing what the guy did to your neighbors bike I'd bet yours has suffered a similar fate.

[jonesie619]

It's a very bad feeling to go to where you left your car/bike/bicycle and not have it be where you left it. It's happened to me more than once. I can't begin to imagine what it must feel like to SEE your bike being ridden off by thief. My condolences.

[ispeed77]

sorry to hear about your bike, i feel your pain.