Drugs and mopeds.
So I wake up in the morning light, the dull grey clouds didn't burn my eyes. Hopped to the shower, feeling rather elated for some reason, even put some peppers in to roast for a bit for my sandwiches. Then I leave the house..... No moped. In my panic I leave the house in a towel. Quickly defeated by the cold I return to the warm and hastily put some clothes on and once again return to the cold of the streets or Bristol.
My first instinct is to return to the where I found it dumped before. I walk past that.... Nothing. I carry on.. Through the light snow that's falling I see a faint outline of a moped...
my bike would never be so slutty
But wait, that's not mine. What are the chances that two are stolen in one night. The inspector morse in me tells me that somehow the crimes are connected. I phone the police to report mine missing and this one found. They will call me back.
So I carry on roaming the back alleys in the hope I will find some remnants of my missing moped, and I do find some shards
like a giants tooth pick
What was once a beautiful moped now reduced to a broken kerplunk set. Luckily my Grandparents can reassure me with tales of what they would do to the criminals, what should be done to criminals and why 'in their day' this sort of thing would never happen and the only way forward is capital punishment. I don't even bother to disagree with them and point out that countries with the death penalty still have high rates of crime. So I continue my investigation...
I talk to the police officer who is 'investigating' the other found moped. She asks what I am doing walking around looking in hedges. I swallow my sarcasm and tell her about my bike, which I had reported missing. She advised me to ring again and report it again. She then informed me that the bikes 'usually' show up. This was what really annoyed me. Not only was this the second time my bike was stolen but also, it's a usual occurrence that happens that much that they can say 'usually'.
Where I found the shards of my bike I also found a lot of other incriminating evidence.
I don't think it's plugged in
I think the fact that its not even hidden goes to show how generally accepted it is. It's almost like there is this area that is pretty obviously notorious for crime and nothing gets done about it. What is the point in paying for a police force by taxes. Obviously I understand they do more important things than investigate moped thefts, or unplugged TVs clogging up the countryside, but still I can't help but think by reporting the crime I have just waste time and money, both theirs and mine.
at least the left me a number to call
Getting on my pocohontas high horse I followed the tracks of the moped (something the police officer would do later) an I came across some beautiful sights. Now I'm not one to make snap judgments all the time but in between the special brew cans and wine bottles, odd shoes and mattresses I come across this diamond in the rough
all this moped stealing makes me want to shoot up
As if this was on a public footpath used by loads of kids on their way to the park a minute walk away. I do completely understand that it was an individual who left this spoon here and I bet the needle was empty but still, a known area and nothing was done. I did report this needle but when I went back two hours later, the sex and drugs disposal crew still hasn't shown up, so there is still time for a child to contract some blood disease.
So on the trail for my moped I have discovered only the barest remains of it, but have also discovered a hive of crime and drug abuse and apparently sex is tied to that too, I didn't take the picture of the durex play bottle I found, but somehow I think it was unrelated.
all this rating has made me tired
I had hoped that by the time I came across this comfy number that I would have found the moped, but unfortunately not. The police called back to let me know that the other bike wasn't even reported missing, and that mine was not in the area and I could have a free chain (how thoughtful). I can't help but feel nothing will be done about this and the great institution of Avon and Somerset police will have yet another unresolved crime against their crime statistic of at least one (my poor mopeds previous theft). I would love to say I have every faith in the fine constabulary that when i receive a letter saying the case is closed that it will be grammatically correct, unsigned and every but as tailored as the former.
To be fair to the benevolent police force how could they catch a serial moped thief? And why would they want too? When there are people out there who can be caught much easier like speeders, and people who play their music too loud. It's just unfortunately for me my tax contributions to the force do not give me the authority to demand stake outs or surveillance upon the neighbourhood, or moped curfews. Instead they allow me to sit at home and complain on a blog and anxiously await my letter closing the case. Tough on crime, tough on the causes of crime. Except this one well known haunt in fishponds, there you can steal, take drugs and joy ride with no consequences because some how these criminal masterminds manage to out smart the modern police force.
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