last night I heard some noise outside my window. I live in a pretty crappy neighborhood so I didn't even bother to look out my window. There's two apartments below me, and my XS is parked on the sidewalk next to the building, below my window.
So about an hour later, my downstairs neighbor rings the doorbell to tell me my bike is on the floor. Some *ssholes must have either tried to steal it (idiots, this thing is worth nothing 2nd hand and there's a brand new R1 around the corner) or they were sitting on it and playin around. I hope it fell on someone's leg and that person's hurt badly now.
The bike was on steer lock, and fell to the left off the center stand. So my headlight is cracked slightly, my clutch lever is bent badly and has its end snapped off and there's damage on my exhaust, left grip, footpeg, and left mirror. Also lost about half a tank of fuel, which is now on the sidewalk. Of course the bike wouldn't start anymore, since fuel from the float bowls went everywhere.. This morning it started up again though, phew.
But the worst thing is the emotional hurt. My XS is a bit of a rat bike, so the scratches mostly add character I think. But just the fact that someone had the nerve to throw it on the ground and just take off.. really not cool. It's weird how emotionally attached I am already to this chunk of steel, despite it abandoning me a few times already. I love it and I've hated it, but it's mine. If I ever catch the guy who did this...
I need to get a house with a garage... Well, at least I know I'm able to put it back up on my own
So about an hour later, my downstairs neighbor rings the doorbell to tell me my bike is on the floor. Some *ssholes must have either tried to steal it (idiots, this thing is worth nothing 2nd hand and there's a brand new R1 around the corner) or they were sitting on it and playin around. I hope it fell on someone's leg and that person's hurt badly now.
The bike was on steer lock, and fell to the left off the center stand. So my headlight is cracked slightly, my clutch lever is bent badly and has its end snapped off and there's damage on my exhaust, left grip, footpeg, and left mirror. Also lost about half a tank of fuel, which is now on the sidewalk. Of course the bike wouldn't start anymore, since fuel from the float bowls went everywhere.. This morning it started up again though, phew.
But the worst thing is the emotional hurt. My XS is a bit of a rat bike, so the scratches mostly add character I think. But just the fact that someone had the nerve to throw it on the ground and just take off.. really not cool. It's weird how emotionally attached I am already to this chunk of steel, despite it abandoning me a few times already. I love it and I've hated it, but it's mine. If I ever catch the guy who did this...
I need to get a house with a garage... Well, at least I know I'm able to put it back up on my own