Bike Assassin
This blog should have been written long ago, when people were still interested in what happened to my bike. So if you're uninterested, or offended by the horrible orange and purple colour scheme on my blog, don't keep reading.
We went back inside with negative feelings towards the drunk/druggy/bike assassin who took my bike. Mum took instant action and phoned the police. It won't do any good I thought, but later on in the afternoon, we got a phone call. It was the police. They had arrested a guy who had been involved in a series of burglaries around our neighborhood. He and some mates had been robbing a house and one of them had to get out of the scene of the crime, so he looked around for a bike.
I hope he felt ashamed to use a girls bike.
To put the blame on us, he put another stolen bike in the girl's bike's place. This bike was a black Avanti. The bike was returned to us a couple of days later, and it felt pretty weird riding it and knowing that the last person who rode it was a robber and was now getting a sentence.
We went back inside with negative feelings towards the drunk/druggy/bike assassin who took my bike. Mum took instant action and phoned the police. It won't do any good I thought, but later on in the afternoon, we got a phone call. It was the police. They had arrested a guy who had been involved in a series of burglaries around our neighborhood. He and some mates had been robbing a house and one of them had to get out of the scene of the crime, so he looked around for a bike.
I hope he felt ashamed to use a girls bike.
To put the blame on us, he put another stolen bike in the girl's bike's place. This bike was a black Avanti. The bike was returned to us a couple of days later, and it felt pretty weird riding it and knowing that the last person who rode it was a robber and was now getting a sentence.
posted by Lydie at
10:49 pm
3 Comments:
Well... no mention of my bike getting nicked by the same crowd, but not being returned... Why's there no title for this post Lyd? Go back to the drawing board and see what you can do eh? Also, I'm not too sure that they caught the punk.
Good post, if a little short.
Your blog theme is kewl apart from the orange thing, but we'll sort that out eventually.
What a shame about your bike. It's no wonder you didn't get your bike back, it probably fell apart on the guy who nicked it.
They did catch the punk.
By the way, why don't you help me out with the colour theme?
Oh yeah, I'm just like this cyber-slave aye, forever destined to aimlessly wander the bleak virtual highway, assisting my sister, teaching her the way of the geek.
"...Place your right hand on the mouse... No, it's not a real mouse... No, I don't know why it's called a mouse... Ok, so it might have something to do with the size, and the cable in the place of a tail... Put your index and middle finger... yes, like that. Now, move your hand from left to right; observe the pointer... Yes, that white arrow thing... move from the left side of the screen to the right side of the screen... No, it's not working because the pointer is already at the right side of the screen, so try right to left... Nooooo... Don't hit my LCD screen like that ok?..."
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