The Full Bike Story
Okay guys, many people have asked me just how my bike came back into my possession on Thursday, and I figure I should post this up.
Okay, my bike was stolen from my storage unit in the basement of my building along with several of my Star Wars action figures. Ever since that happened, I've glanced over at everyone who drives by on a bike just to see if it's mine.
On Thursday I was dreading going to work, (just cuz I didn't want to go to work). On the way there this guy rides in front of me on a bike that looks VERY familiar to me. Then I see on the cross bar that it has, "TERAX 4-EVER" on it in bright silver vinyl. That is a decal that my father put on my bike back in '98 so I could easily identify it if it was ever stolen.
I took off at a dead sprint after the guy and yelled at him. He turns to look at me with a look that says, "What's your problem?" I got in front of him and put both hands on the handle-bars so the guy's not going anywhere. Now this was a guy about my height, but I had about 30 pounds on him and I was mad as hell. Also he was about in his mid-40's. I screamed in his face, "Where did you get this bike?" He looks at me all weird, so I scream in his face again, "Where did you get this bike?"
He stutters out, why do you care where I got this bike? To which I shouted at the top of my lungs, "THIS IS MY BIKE! IT WAS STOLEN 3 WEEKS AGO!" I wish I had a video camera with me, his face went as pale as a ghost. He then actually said to me, "Oh I found it in some bushes."
Every muscle in my body was tensed and ready for battle. I was fully ready to throw-down with this asshole and beat him to a bloody pulp for what he had done, and I didn't care if I got hurt or got beat up, I was gonna pound his ass. Apparently he saw the look in my eyes that I was fully ready to go to blows over it, cuz he got off the bike and just gave it right up and ran away.
I wheeled my bike to work and told my boss that I was taking off, I had to somehow get my bike home in my tiny Corolla when I didn't have my bike rack. I ended up taking it apart and fitting it in the trunk.
God I was so damn pissed off for what that fucker did. For the rest of the day I was just waiting for someone to start something with me. I felt so empowered! I felt like I could chew on iron and shit nails.
And that my friends is what happened.
En Taro Adun,
Magnus
Okay, my bike was stolen from my storage unit in the basement of my building along with several of my Star Wars action figures. Ever since that happened, I've glanced over at everyone who drives by on a bike just to see if it's mine.
On Thursday I was dreading going to work, (just cuz I didn't want to go to work). On the way there this guy rides in front of me on a bike that looks VERY familiar to me. Then I see on the cross bar that it has, "TERAX 4-EVER" on it in bright silver vinyl. That is a decal that my father put on my bike back in '98 so I could easily identify it if it was ever stolen.
I took off at a dead sprint after the guy and yelled at him. He turns to look at me with a look that says, "What's your problem?" I got in front of him and put both hands on the handle-bars so the guy's not going anywhere. Now this was a guy about my height, but I had about 30 pounds on him and I was mad as hell. Also he was about in his mid-40's. I screamed in his face, "Where did you get this bike?" He looks at me all weird, so I scream in his face again, "Where did you get this bike?"
He stutters out, why do you care where I got this bike? To which I shouted at the top of my lungs, "THIS IS MY BIKE! IT WAS STOLEN 3 WEEKS AGO!" I wish I had a video camera with me, his face went as pale as a ghost. He then actually said to me, "Oh I found it in some bushes."
Every muscle in my body was tensed and ready for battle. I was fully ready to throw-down with this asshole and beat him to a bloody pulp for what he had done, and I didn't care if I got hurt or got beat up, I was gonna pound his ass. Apparently he saw the look in my eyes that I was fully ready to go to blows over it, cuz he got off the bike and just gave it right up and ran away.
I wheeled my bike to work and told my boss that I was taking off, I had to somehow get my bike home in my tiny Corolla when I didn't have my bike rack. I ended up taking it apart and fitting it in the trunk.
God I was so damn pissed off for what that fucker did. For the rest of the day I was just waiting for someone to start something with me. I felt so empowered! I felt like I could chew on iron and shit nails.
And that my friends is what happened.
En Taro Adun,
Magnus