I was at the bar one night with my roommate and a couple of other guys. I had left my baby at my apartment, (which I barely ever left it out at night). At about three o'clock in the morning, we rolled back into the neighborhood, just me and Jason. As we came around the last corner before reaching our destination in the "Purple Honda of Love", I could see a motorcycle up ahead with one white light and one yellow light. As I got closer, I could make out that it was a ZX-7, a black/purple ZX-7....boy what a coincidence, I have a black/purple '94 ZX-7....hey, wait a minute... Jason was driving, and we came squealing to a stop about two inches from his front tire. I was reaching for my gun, which (lucky for this cat), I had stuffed under the seat, and I guess it had slid back into the back before I could reach it. We were both out of our doors before this f**ker could even blink. I was going for him, and he threw the bike down and ran. I had to jump over the bike and so did Jason, and when I did, I tripped over it in my haste. Jason cleared me and got ahead a little bit, tracking this cat through the back of the apartment complex. I overtook him, (I run faster), and I thought that I was gaining on this guy, when all of a sudden, the theif looks over and sees that I'm right there. He took off like he had been only jogging before. (I didn't realize that they made nitrous for the Nike Air Max shoes!
). Anyway, he was friggin' gone! He darted over to another apartment building's parking lot, and I lost him. I ran back to Jason (who had slipped in a mud puddle and now looked like Mr. Hanky), and my bike. I picked it up, grabbed my cell, called the cops and three of my buddies. Jason and I grabbed the guns and went looking under every car in the neighborhood for this SOB. My three buddies showed up before the cops did, and even though there were five of us running around like vigilanties, we never did find him. The cops finally made us go home, considering the fact that I'm screaming at the night about how if I catch this f**ker, the things that I'm gonna do to him and anyone that he knows.
It was actually a good situation, it taught me a lot about not leaving my bike where it is susceptible to theft, and I didn't actually loose the Kawi. I never caught the guy, but I found out from some of the kids in the neighborhood that this wasn't the first time this had happened, and that the guy who was doing it was some 15 year old punk from the local high school that was actually one of the TRACK STARS there! No wonder I couldn't catch the little f**ker. He actually lived in my apartment complex with his mother, (who never would tell me where he was), can you believe the nerve of this kid???
The answer to this thread's question is "yes" and "no", I had one stolen, but not all the way