Disapointment

In case you were wondering; I didn't sell my R6.
It was STOLEN.
By some pieces of shit from the underground while I was in Greece. It was blocked in by a car and a zx7. The fucktards who took it lifted it over the car. and threw it into a van ON HER SIDE! Bastards. (saw the security video)

All I could think of while I was away was my bike. I was so excited about returning home and going for a ride and hanging out with my friends.

No one called me to tell me when i was in greece that the bike was gone. Infact they waited until I got home and was talking about going for a ride.

I am still pissed at them for that. I am sure in their minds they were doing the right thing, but it made everything brutally worse. My Uncle had passed away while I was in Greece. They weren't going to tell me. I found out by accident.

I was going to take a trip to Alabama when I got back to visit my Uncle George. That didn't quite work out the way I had planned. I hate when people keep shit from me because I am one of those people who plans and expects to be able to do what I plan. Otherwise I am seriously disappointed.

That summer there were a few.

I always tell people don't ever promise me anything. Don't even if you think you are going to follow through with it don't do it. I HATE the feeling of disappointment.


I loved that Bike.
I didn't get to ride it much. It only had 700 km on it when it was stolen.
Meh.