it was during the night. I believe they wanted my bike and they came for mine.
The bike was in a covered private garage. The bike had alarmed-lock on the back and abus disk on the front. In the morning I found only the cover of the bike.
There were few other bikes at the same place without cover but the scum (wish cancer for him) came for mine.
I hope it turns up, although sadly a nice bike like yours will probably never be seen again, they sound far to organised to have been opportunists or kids…
Fingers crossed the insurance do their job properly and you’re soon out on a new ride…
Holy Shite!! Is that your gixer K7 600!!! (from your profile pic)
Mate thats terrible! How did they get into the garage? Gutted, I know how you feel, my gixer was taken and loaded into a van in June… You will get an insurance pay out right?
I hope you get it all sorted…
When you say private garage, does that mean no one else has access to it except you? The way you described it sounds more like secure parking than a garage?
Er Im sorry did you say PUSSY CAT DOLLS??? WTF? :D:D:D:D
Do they have lyrics? I can’t say I have heard the lyrics fella… So what would you like me to say? I hope these feckers who stole the bike get a windfall from the lottery and are able to buy an island in the Caribbean?
If we are talking about lyrics of songs how about this one…
Shall we live our life by this?? FFS!!!
Sing in a Scottish accent…
I just down from the Isle of Skye
I’m no very big but I’m awful shy
All the lassies shout as I walk by,
“Donald, Where’s Your Trousers?”
Let the wind blow high and the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I go
All the lassies cry, “Hello!
Donald, where’s your trousers?”
I went to a fancy ball
It was slippery in the hall
I was afeared that I may fall
Because I nay had on trousers
I went down to London town
To have a little fun in the underground
All the Ladies turned their heads around, saying,
“Donald, where’s your trousers?”
The lassies love me every one
But they must catch me if they can
You canna put the breeks on a highland man, saying,
“Donald, where’s your trousers?”