IndianaTom
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So I went to the local fall festival to help in the local food booth (all proceeds go to cancer stuff) and I rode the FJR. After my 4 hour shift of serving tenderloins and burgers I headed back to the bike. It was about 8:30, and dark by then. I parked behind my wife's office, literally less than 50 paces from the food booth. As I approached it, I noticed something that looked kinda ... not right. The seat was covered with... dew? I'm not a weather man, but the conditions didn't seem right for dew, and the other vehicles in the vicinity were all dry. Then I got a closer look.... the seat was wet, and there was wetness on the ground around the bike. some punk poured something on my Russel, and it was sticky! I found an empty 2 liter of Mountain dew orange. .. son of a *****! It immeaditaly made me think of pulp fiction:
I'm sure my Russel didn't get 2 liters, but I'll bet it got a pint of flat pop. i went back to the food booth, and got some water and a towel, rinsed it off and cussed again. I suited up, started up, and was about to head out, ready to mostly put it behind me... and I saw the local fuzz. My wife went to school with him, and he's in the local 'volunteer service organization' with her and me. He looked around, and since there really isn't anything that can be done, he said he'd tell dispatch, and it'd be on a piece of paper somewhere.
Then he and I talked about the FJR for a while. He is, I think, a cruiser rider. He got quite a chuckle out of me telling him that police aren't as likely to give a 145 hp, 150 mph cycle a ticket if it has side bags on. ...quite a chuckel.
Anyhow.... I got home, and the dew I missed cleaning up, is now fully evident in the fluorescent light, the orange sticks out on the black seat, and the black cherry paint.
Damn, that is chickenshit, but atleast it wasn't' a pocket knife...
Vincent: Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that ******* doing it. It'd been worth him doing it just so I could've caught him doing it. Lance: What a ******!
Vincent: What's more chickenshit than ******* with a man's automobile? I mean, don't **** with another man's vehicle.
I'm sure my Russel didn't get 2 liters, but I'll bet it got a pint of flat pop. i went back to the food booth, and got some water and a towel, rinsed it off and cussed again. I suited up, started up, and was about to head out, ready to mostly put it behind me... and I saw the local fuzz. My wife went to school with him, and he's in the local 'volunteer service organization' with her and me. He looked around, and since there really isn't anything that can be done, he said he'd tell dispatch, and it'd be on a piece of paper somewhere.
Then he and I talked about the FJR for a while. He is, I think, a cruiser rider. He got quite a chuckle out of me telling him that police aren't as likely to give a 145 hp, 150 mph cycle a ticket if it has side bags on. ...quite a chuckel.
Anyhow.... I got home, and the dew I missed cleaning up, is now fully evident in the fluorescent light, the orange sticks out on the black seat, and the black cherry paint.
Damn, that is chickenshit, but atleast it wasn't' a pocket knife...