You asked for the long version, soooo...... It was a dark and stormy night.....no, actually it was a stinking hot and humid day, one that I had felt irritated and let down from the moment I opened my eyelids. So much to do, and as usual, and typically me, I took my sweet ass time to commence the tasks that I was not in the mood to tackle. So after a cup o Joe and a round of FBing that turned into wasting a lot of time, I decided to go to my favorite breakfast haunt , The Over Easy Cafe, for a 2x2x2, eggs over medium, bacon extra crisp and rye toast. Got to blabbing with some guy about bikes, and I complained about not being able to find one that fits me without having to spend a fortune. He tells me to check out the pawn store in the next plaza. Never knew it was there, as it is small and tucked in between a few over-sized stores. At first I blew the suggestion off, but second- thought it as I pulled out of one parking lot and into the other. I never told the nameless guy that my bike had been stolen. Since I had already negated my planned activities for the day, I reluctantly entered the dingy pawn shop that I had found out was recently purchased and newly managed by a new concern. There were scores of bikes cramped into a discommodious area. Im looking and looking, and pulled out a few bikes to check them out for comfort and affordability. Nothing was tickling my fancy. Some kid walks by on the other side and bumps a bike, and a domino effect of falling cycles ensues. I secretly wanted to kiil the little dick as he left me to put everything back in place. I lean over to pick a bike up and notice it has the same name that my bike had, ADVENTURE. I thought to my self, Well, thats a coincidence! I put another bike in front of that one, and said out loud, in my best Moe Howard voice, or Jerry Seinfeld, if you prefer , Heeyyy, wait just a minute, here! I looked closer, my heart quickened, and I felt like little Timmy when Lassie came running into his arms after being lost and presumed gone forever! I never in a thousand years thought I would ever find my beloved SLICE! And there she was, looking all perky and spruced up from the train and gear cleaning and adjustments I treated her to just days before she was filched and shanghied from my possession. I questioned the clerk on the bike and wanted answers to how much the bike cost and wanted to put a down payment , but he told me that it wasnt ready for sale until the 9th, which is this Saturday. I was trying my best to be discreet and not alert him to the truth of my visit. I asked for the store card and info. I drove home in a fury to obtain my police report, and called immediately to the Oakland Park Police Dept. Excitedly nervous, I was told to meet an officer who would be dispatched to the scene. Of course they took too long in arriving, and I had to remind myself that this isnt the caper of the year, but finally an officer from Wilton Manners appeared. We entered the store after he took a statement from me. I pointed out the bike and he asked me how I knew, for sure, that this is my bike. I told him about the train cleaning and to look at how pristine the condition is and the clincher was that in my initial police report, I told the officer that I had purchased it in Long Branch NJ at the Peddler. If you look closely at the water bottle holder, you will see the name, the Peddler, embossed in the metal. This is my Baby! Funny thing during all of this, and I had to laugh out loud, is, I kept hearing a familiar doink doink every so often, and finally when the officers cell phone would ring, it was the theme of Law and Order! I Thought , Cool, my story has a sound track! I was hoping Benson and Stabler were going to show! And now for the epilogue.........the perp turns out to be a nefarious character and a notorious cat burglar who threatens the Oakland Park, Fort Lauderdale area, is currently being detained and waiting for arraignment in the county jail on unrelated charges. I was asked to press charges, which I am. I have my beloved Slice back home after paying the $100.00 the pilferer received, to the pawn shop, which I will get back when he goes to trial. Since not being able to ride for the past month, I actually have gained about ten pounds, so I know that riding is good for me. When I took Slice out of that dank dark horrible pawn shop, a great mood overcame me. I sat my fat ass on on her ergonomic seat, she moaned briefly, but started to purr like the well maintained machinery that she is. There is hope and redemption. On a side note, I was insulted that the pawn shop only gave the creep $100.00 for the bike, but thankful I didnt have to shell out more dough than I had to. Blessings abound! More tales from the road to follow!
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 20:29:20 +0000
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