As I walked out to the parking lot this morning to take my Honda motor scooter to work I noticed the spot I left it in last night around 9:30 was empty, except for the remains of the krypton chain I had wrapped around a tree. The end that was connected to the larger lock that went though the tire and around the front of the scooter had been burned off.
I just want to say fuck you, you goddamned dickless assholes. I hope you wipe out while riding it and splatter you poor excuse for a brain over the road.
When people say they would not wish something on their worst enemy, well I wish 10 times that on you. I hope you have a miserable life and suffer through it and finally die in great pain. I hope the next person you still from has his conceal and carry license, and deals with you like a good Texan.
And come on, a scooter? Why the hell would you steel that. I think the top speed I got it to was almost 50 mph. There were other much more impressive and fast motorcycles just a few feet away.
I don’t care about that, I liked it. It was fun to ride, especially the last few weeks where you had a nice breeze and the nights could almost be cool (for Houston). I enjoyed filling the tank for slightly over a dollar, then filling it again after between 80 and 100 miles.
First of all I do not buy myself a lot of what I consider luxuries like this often. And I know it is just a thing but still, it was mine dammit, I paid for it, I got the insurance, I kept it chained and locked up like the dealer said and you still crept in like the vermin you are in the middle of the night and stole it. Fuck you Fuck you Fuck you!