July 07th, 2013

The weekend wasn't supposed to end like this. I was supposed to end my weekend all hot and bothered after riding back to London from Birmingham on the hottest day of the year. Instead, I'm hot and bothered after a sweltering journey on the Underground, walking home from the local High Street, tail pack in one hand, helmet in the other, wearing the clothes I leave in Birmingham with Sarah all because some utter scumbag decided to steal my motorbike during the night. I woke up this morning around 07:00ish looked out the window and just saw an empty space where my bike had been. I just felt so low. Sarah thought I was joking and she was the one who lost her temper when she looked out the window.
The weekend had started well. The ride up on Friday was great and I took this picture on Saturday morning and I liked the way my bike glinted in the early morning sunshine. She looked beautiful.

After phoning the police, who to be honest couldn't do very much as there were no witnessed and no CCTV in the area, Sarah and I had to work out how I was getting home. Sarah suggested driving me home, which as much as I would have liked it, it really wasn't that practical an idea. The only real option was the train from Birmingham Moor Street so we spent the morning in the City Centre having breakfast in Cafe Rouge. It was here that I got a bit emotional about it. The actual value of the bike isn't very much, at only £1200, which is even less once the excess is taken away, but what really got me was the amount of time and effort that I had put in over the years, you can see a fraction of this in the ZX7-R section on the site. All the cleaning, fixing, improving that now means nothing as my bike is either already in pieces ready to be sold on ebay or somewhere else entirely. The most annoying thing is that when I went looking for it this morning, it was probably less than a mile away from where it was parked as the thief or thieves wait to see if there is a tracker on it.

So here I am, at home, with sore feet, my bike kit still in the Midlands. Along with a thief. May you burn in hell sir.