I know the pain. It's like loosing someone. The anger and pain sears through you when you remember the loss or look at the D lock just there...
reading all this now after a few lagers is making my blood boil. Knowing some turd is riding your bike, that you spent money and time on to construct to your own personal spec frustrates the hell out of me. they can die, in hell.
reading all this now after a few lagers is making my blood boil. Knowing some turd is riding your bike, that you spent money and time on to construct to your own personal spec frustrates the hell out of me. they can die, in hell.