• OK, so this just happened to me tonight,

    I get home after work takeaway in hand, pop through the front door, park the bike up in my bin yard, through main door and chow down with the missus. Suddenly I hear our front door close and I think "Hang on, we don't have anyone coming round" so out I pop.

    The front door onto the street is shut but there is no sign of my bike. Fucket fuck. So full of singapore noodles out into the street I rush and see some cnut wobbling down my road towards Holloway Road. "On no you fucking don't" I think so for the first time in about 5 years run like I mean it after this guy.

    As I'm running as fast as I can - which isn't very fast - I see a delivery driver getting back on his moped. Needing some help as I'm running past I shout at him "thatscuntsjuststolenmybike" and hope he understands. The tea leaf is getting away and I'm hoping that this guy hasn't ridden fixed or i can wave bye bye.

    Luckily as he gets to holloway road, he isn't too sure how to stop and so jumps off. THe moped man over takes me and I shout "The orange bike is mine" and I start catching up. Just next to the Bailey pub I catch the guy and grap him by his shoulder. "Give me my bike back you cunt" Cue a bit of pushing, shouting and long story short I get my bike back and the guy starts walking off without any extreme violence. I start following him on my bike and I call the police, in the priocess of riding on the pavement being on the phone and the adrenalin I lose the shitbag. Shame as the police were there in 3 minutes.

    Main thing is I got my bike back, the police were great and the only regret was not having a d-lock on me to wrap around the guys head. I have no doubt if it wasn't fixed I'd not be seeing the bike again.

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