Yeah, “band name”, right.
So we returned from a 3-day weekend of glorious Alaskan weather, RV-ing it down amongst the fisher folk. Pulled into the driveway, opened the garage door and proceeded to unload all the crap we took with us, making multiple trips to and from the house. Mrs. Me dragged the hose out of the garage, tipping over my bike in the process.
After watering the lawn, we went inside to cool off, closing the garage door down to within about 8 inches of the floor to allow hot air to escape. An hour later, I went down, opened the door and took the RV down to the lot to park it, walking back past a garage sale in the neighborhood. Went inside and closed the door to within about 2 feet of closing.
A couple of hours later, Mrs. Me closes it completely for the night - this is at about 6 p.m.
This morning we go down to start the workday and she notices a bike helmet lying on the garage floor. Looking around, it becomes apparent that my $700 Raleigh is gone.
Some sorry motherfucker with balls of brass went into the garage during broad daylight and while we were in the house, and took my goddamn bike. If he didn’t have a car, then he had to either push it down the street or carry it away, because the tires were deflated. I’m thinking one of the fucking trailer trash types that frequent garage sales with their bags of change is the culprit.
Homeowner’s insurance is $500 deductable, and they’re not going to want to pay the difference, since the door was left open and the bike is several years old; and of course recovery is out of the question, since this type of crime ranks down there with jaywalking for the cops.
Fuck! I wish I’d caught him; he would have found out what the real definition of “knee-jerk liberal” is.