So I just finished painting my '02 R6. It finally all came together late Saturday night. Sunday I had time for a pretty nice ride and Monday it's back to work. Anyways, last night at 2:45 I woke up to the sound of my screaming banshee bike alarm. I keep the window open in my room to hear things better. So I jump out of bed, look out the window and there's three guys standing around my bike trying to lift it into the back of an early 90's minivan. I flipped out. Ran to the front door in my boxxers, opened it and yelled as loud as I could.... Get The Fuck Out of Here! By then my roomates are scrambling for clothes ( cause one of them just lost a 636 only 3 weeks earlier) and I go looking for some shoes. My lousiville slugger is already parked up beside the front door for just this kind of situation. They drop my bike to the ground and take off in the van so I figure maybe the cops can catch them. I called 911 and they responded in full force. We saw the van heading North up Knight St. I live around 57th Ave.
I'm not sure if the cops ever caught up to them but I'm sure they were shitting their pants the whole time they were fleeing the scene. When they left my house they all jumped in the van and it cruised off with the back door open.
I didn't get a good description of the pricks but I'm sure the cops were pulling over all sorts of minivans late last night.
There is some minor damage to the bike, but I was saved by the frame sliders I just installed to protect my newly finished panels. I doubt I will claim the rest of the damage because I can't afford the deductible. At least last night the alarm and the sliders paid for themselves.
And thanks to the fucking theives for giving me 1 good day of riding before trying to rip me off after I waited 7 long months to get my bike back on the road.
PS. To the theives. I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU, YOU SPINELESS PIECES OF SHIT. AND IF YOU COME BACK YOU WILL RECIEVE THE BEATING OF YOUR LIFETIME (as my friend Floman would put it).