This morning I had a very very rude wake up call;
Lying in bed 1/2 awake about 4:50AM I hear a loud distinct *crack* and think, "odd sound.
About 30 seconds later I hear what sounds like the starter motor of a bike not wanting to turn over... Oh fuck me some one has gone for the bikes.
Sprint down stairs, grab Maglite along the way, burst out the front door and sure enough one bike is missing, leap in the car and nail it around the corner as it was not far that I heard it turning over. I didn't realise a Camry could get so sideways!
I find Nath's bike with the lights on 1 street away, fuckers had broken the steering and ignition barrel, wheeled it away then gave up when they couldn't start it... unfortunately there was no one in sight, or I would have run the cunts over.
I wheel the sorry beast back home, in hindsight I 1/2 wish they would have started it as I doubt they would have gotten far on slick tyres in the wet with a mad fury raged German giving chase.
Watch you bikes people, buy a Rotty, carry a gun, theives do not deserve to live.