Eight days after my BMX was stolen, I got it back!
On st. paddys day last friday I was in my friends SUV having some beers and getting ready to go flyer cars for an AK1200 and a pete tong show.. We spent 1/2 an hour trying to park because the driver was on mushrooms, but no sooner do we finally stop and turn of the car, I yell out: THAT'S MY BIKE. The chick riding it down the street didn't notice us so we rolled along for a bit.. suddenly aaron turns in and cuts her off, I roll out of the car and say something like "nice bike"... basically we dind't have a hard time getting it back.
Poor girl though we scared the shit out of her not because a bunch of randoms rolled out of a car and looked ready to kick ass, but because she thought we were COPS.. what does that say about the po-nine?
So I have it back and am SOOOO happy, got a new job at community natural (hippy) foods, and a big pile of rave tickets ready to rock. Time for beddy.
On st. paddys day last friday I was in my friends SUV having some beers and getting ready to go flyer cars for an AK1200 and a pete tong show.. We spent 1/2 an hour trying to park because the driver was on mushrooms, but no sooner do we finally stop and turn of the car, I yell out: THAT'S MY BIKE. The chick riding it down the street didn't notice us so we rolled along for a bit.. suddenly aaron turns in and cuts her off, I roll out of the car and say something like "nice bike"... basically we dind't have a hard time getting it back.
Poor girl though we scared the shit out of her not because a bunch of randoms rolled out of a car and looked ready to kick ass, but because she thought we were COPS.. what does that say about the po-nine?
So I have it back and am SOOOO happy, got a new job at community natural (hippy) foods, and a big pile of rave tickets ready to rock. Time for beddy.