Thursday was just a weird day. In the morning, I have discovered that I got two parking tickets during one hour over night. I did not want to leave my VFR there anymore, so I rode her to work. From then, the crap started just pile up.

I went home that night and first I realized that I left my knee protectors at work (which complicated my planned Friday ride out to upstate NY because I never ride without proper gear) and then it took me forever to find the 'right' parking spot for her. I had to park her on the street (since I did not want to get more tickets) but I managed to find a spot visible from my bedroom window. Not so clearly (there is construction site in the way), but still I could monitor if the VFR is there. To top the evening, I just could not fall asleep...

So around 3am, I decided to shut the air conditioning off and open the windows. As I was wrestling with the window, I noticed that there are two guys walking around my bike and trying to uncover it. My heart stopped. I watched them for couple minutes and my adrenalin was just going through the roof. Suddenly, a black car parked perpendicularly to the street right in front of my bike and I could not see anything anymore.

I was sure that they are trying to steal it but I was unable to do more than just stand there and watch. To run to my bike would take me good 15 minutes, since I had to get dressed, then get out of the building and then run around the whole huge block (there is no straight street to there - just construction). So, with shaking hands I dialed 911 and spent about 10 minutes describing the situation. Since the car and some motion was still there when I hung up, I changed my mind and decided to run to my bike and meet the police there.

While I was racing through the middle of 4 lane streets to get to my bike, I realized that firstly, I might be there before the police come and secondly, the robbers can start shooting if they are still there. Before I turned the last corner, I ducked down and tried to hide behind some parked cars. James Bond would not be ashamed of me...

Well, the street was empty... I finally run up to my bike spot, VFR was still there but the cover was put on a bit differently. The police arrived couple minutes after me. They were in undercover car and probably watched me already hiding behind cars and playing 007...

In the end, I am not sure what happened. I am not sure if some guys were just interested in my bike and tried to peek under the cover or if they really tried to steal her but decided not too, since half of my bike is

badly scratched from my last year incident with the deer. I glued and duct-taped the worst areas but it does not look pretty plus it makes the bike very unique (among other unique features).

I was afraid but the police was really nice to me. I got home around 4am, with my heart still pacing and adrenalin almost higher than one can survive. I had fallen asleep eventually, but it took one more movie on the dvd and two glasses of Laphroaig...