Originally Posted by
vilinx
In a terrible cliche, I'm moving out of the city to a suburb (Evanston) today; two days after the attempted theft.
Two years commuting in Chicago on it and it's 2 days from sunny pastures when it gets hit...
Isn't that always the way? I've had two motorcycles in the past that ran and worked flawlessly for the entire time I owned them. On the very day that I was going to ride to the dealer to trade them in for a newer more shiney bike they puked on me. The first time I came out to a flat tire, The second developed an electrical bug that took me two hours to track down and fix.
In your case it was the lowlife community that got ticked off with you for your planned desertion it would seem....
