My Motorcycle Got Stolen And I'm Not Even Mad
Three weeks ago, I left my apartment to an unusual sight: My bright blue BMW, usually sitting so proudly at the curb in front of my apartment, had been replaced with a street-parked SUV. The bike wasn’t ahead of the car, nor behind it. It wasn’t on its side somewhere, it wasn’t at the corner, and a quick glance at the…Read more...
Three weeks ago, I left my apartment to an unusual sight: My bright blue BMW, usually sitting so proudly at the curb in front of my apartment, had been replaced with a street-parked SUV. The bike wasn’t ahead of the car, nor behind it. It wasn’t on its side somewhere, it wasn’t at the corner, and a quick glance at the…