Right now my biking is pretty much restricted to a solitary and fairly ratty old MZ. This is so for lots of reasons, mainly financial, but all in all it has been really ******* year.
So last night I was lying in bed at about 3 a.m. when I heard some fairly drunk voices walking past. Wasn't asleep anyway. At just before 4 I heard a strange knocking on my front door and went down with a torch. It was a mate from the local constabulary telling me that the poor old MZ had been pushed out into the road and suffered some damage. Had a look this morning and it has had its tacho and speedo smashed up.
Bloody marvelous. Haven't got the energy to sort it out right now but for gods sakes. I live on the outskirts of a small town with the lowest crime rate outside Rockall. What I do know is that there was a school "Snow Ball" on last night so plenty of young drinkers making their way home.
Gits.
Richard