me and my b-in-law were having a pint on the way home after a day in the hills, real quiet secluded pub, relaxed, chatting , when i see my bike go whizzing past the window.!
Leap up. out the door, b-in- law jumps on his bike and away after him, a guy in the pub comes out and gets his car, off we go– –thief has only gone into the churchyard round the corner, trying to hide, b in law spots him- grabs him, i get there, the scrote is shitting hiself, expecting a beating, blabbing about ‘i didn’t know it was your bike’ !– a car pulls up ,driver asking whats happening, tell him we ave caught a thieving toerag, he drives off slow down the lane, thief boy says he don’t know where he is–we let him go and watch him go done the lane to join his ‘accomplice’–i was just glad to get the bike back , reported the reg to north wales finest– they are going to check it out, and take a statement later– hindsight is a great thing, should of took the scrotes picture– glad we didn’t beat him — he would have thought that normal.