Two days ago we rode and when I got back to my apartment building I threw it in the bike rack in the laundry room. My bike is a crappy old Trek frame SS'ed so I thought it would be no big deal.
So last night I am on my way to Kroger for groceries after being gone all day and I see my bike leaned up against the coke machine with a bag hanging on the handlebar. I am just sort of standing there with my mouth hanging open and a cop gets out of a car behind me and is heading into the store. So I am like
"Escuse me, I live about 4 miles from here and this is my bike." He was like "Yeah?" and stood there. Then I explained I didn't ride it there.. I told him I could give him receipts and stuff if I needed to and pointed out some of the unique parts, ect.... He said hold an a minute, slapped his cuffs on the rear wheel & cs and told me to wait and see if anyone came out for it, went into the store to call it in or something. He came out like a second later and said, "you know, what, just take it, I didn't see anything."
So I thanked him and threw it in my truck (by the way the bag on the bar was full of the cheapest crappiest cans of "specifically for huffing" white paint you could buy)
As I am pulling out I see a guy some out of the store and wander around aimlessly, asking people where his bike is. I realized it is the brother of one of the trashy ****stains that live in my building. I said "hey, you looking for a bike? And the bastard says, "Oh there it is" and starts to walk towards the back of my truck to grab it!
I said, "You know who's bike that is, mother****er? He goes, uuuuuhhh, yours?" I said "**** right it is"
AND THEN, the guy goes (get ready for this)
CAN I GET A RIDE HOME?
I said, **** no, what are you on paint? Next time, I'm gonna **** you up." Then I left.
So last night I am on my way to Kroger for groceries after being gone all day and I see my bike leaned up against the coke machine with a bag hanging on the handlebar. I am just sort of standing there with my mouth hanging open and a cop gets out of a car behind me and is heading into the store. So I am like
"Escuse me, I live about 4 miles from here and this is my bike." He was like "Yeah?" and stood there. Then I explained I didn't ride it there.. I told him I could give him receipts and stuff if I needed to and pointed out some of the unique parts, ect.... He said hold an a minute, slapped his cuffs on the rear wheel & cs and told me to wait and see if anyone came out for it, went into the store to call it in or something. He came out like a second later and said, "you know, what, just take it, I didn't see anything."
So I thanked him and threw it in my truck (by the way the bag on the bar was full of the cheapest crappiest cans of "specifically for huffing" white paint you could buy)
As I am pulling out I see a guy some out of the store and wander around aimlessly, asking people where his bike is. I realized it is the brother of one of the trashy ****stains that live in my building. I said "hey, you looking for a bike? And the bastard says, "Oh there it is" and starts to walk towards the back of my truck to grab it!
I said, "You know who's bike that is, mother****er? He goes, uuuuuhhh, yours?" I said "**** right it is"
AND THEN, the guy goes (get ready for this)
CAN I GET A RIDE HOME?
I said, **** no, what are you on paint? Next time, I'm gonna **** you up." Then I left.