My son’s Spesh Hardrock was stolen from our home on the 5th of October, I notified the police and got a case number. Then last weekend I was feeling like a quick feed before I had to set off to London for a concert. So off to the kebab shop at the top of our road. Had a quater pounder with cheese, walked out of shop and see my mate across the road at the pub. Quickly joined him for a swift pint and walked back home. In front of me I see two yoofs. Only 50 yards from our driveway!! One walking and one on a black Hardrock. I walk up to them and see a XT rear derrailleur , Ritchey WCS seatpost and Clarks lock on grips with blue collars.
I grab the bike’s handlebars and tell the yoof to get off my bike. He refuses saying his dad gave him the bike. I tell him to get off my bike and that his dad can come and ask for it back.
I tell him I have told the police about every little detail of the bike , cos there are lots since I built it up.
Yoof get off and laughs, saying he will come back for it. I tell him to **** off.
Off to concert I go on the train with a big smile and fuelled by a burger, a beer and a recovered bike in the shed, and a lot of adrenaline pumping through my veins 🙂