Ok, my day today (which would be yesterday technically, it’s early) may have been one of the most exciting and fulfilling days of my life. no shit. Ok, so two days ago I was visiting a girl (I’ll tell you about her later, she’s way cool) and I had parked my bike at the dorms, locked. Needless to say, that morning was one of the worst mornings because my bike was stolen, my bike lock clipped. So that was really bad, and I reported it to the police.
But! Today, Kelly, a girl on my swim team was on the ave (big busy road close to campus) saw a guy definitely riding my bike down the ave and called me to tell me. I happened to be at the bottom of the ave, so I was way pumped and road my bike (which was Brenton’s actually) up it so as to catch him. Unfortunately to no avail, I couldn’t find him.
But the story does not end there. With my adrenaline peaked, I decided to buy a couple mountain dews and have a stake-out where I parked brenton’s bike in front of the university book store on the ave. In this position I was fully hydrated and alert in order to fulfill my theory that if a guy goes down the ave, he is bound to come up as well. So needless to say, my love for my bike prevailed and no longer than an hour sitting in front of the bookstore does some punk with my bike come riding up. I can’t tell you how much I wanted to right there just clobber the guy, but I decided to follow him like in cool movies. The guy was like 24, all in black, chains hanging from everywhere, definitely an Ave. rat.
So I followed him, straight to subway where he apparently ordered a sandwich, and I cunningly hid behind a tree about 25 yards away and called the police. Thankfully I had the case number handy in my wallet from the day before, and the police came about 5 minutes later. So long-story short, they questioned the man about the bike, who claimed he had bought the bike 2 days prior. They called me over and just before I finished saying that I had actually filed the police report only yesterday morning did one of the officers immediately cuff the guy.
So I had a crazy day, put a bad person in jail for the night, and got my bike back. So I guess in resolution, love always wins, and never buy cable locks, go for the u-locks man. All in a day’s work.
peace.
Attended the NW nationals in Kent with some friends of mine who have been drag-race fans since they grew up in Chicago. Amazing! My first time and it was impressive. The nitromethane-powered engines of NHRA Top Fuel dragsters and Funny Cars produce approximately 7,000 horsepower, about 37 times that of the average street car (my M3 has 240 hp). Â When the high-end dragsters go by, it’s like a heart attack. Chest pounding, the smell of burning rubber and nitromethane…..!
