hi all,
I went out to see a mate in Stoke Newington (N. London) on the DR with my missus on friday night. I though, maybe I'll "just have the one" and so drive back.
Predictably, a bunch of scottish lads having not seen each other for a while (and a beerophile girlfriend) had a big night so we stayed at his place. I did think "hope the bike's ok", but it was locked, and not much I can do anyway...
Got up in the morning, crept out, back to hte bike. Yay! Still there, a bonus.
Reluctant to start, but it did go. died at the end of the road. Hmmm, somethings not right.
Correct! Fuel pissing out!
The bastards had taken the pipe off the carb (easy enough done), and pinched about tenner's worth of fuel!!!! I was amazed, but on reflection, a few of them a night lets you run your (untaxed, uninsured) car for nothing....
Not too bothered really (Enough fuel left to get to a petrol station), and was thinking that at least they didn't take the bike. Ha! They left the bike but stole the fuel!! That really is the perfect bike for london!
Only later did I realise how grateful I was they didn't just toss a match at it. Its been swimming in petrol, big stain on the road underneath it, and the engine cases are all discoloured, so its been very wet.... It would have given a few minutes entertainment for the toerags.....
Just thought I'd share it.
cheers
a
