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Well some @(*&(@#& knocked my bike over on Saturday in front of my house. It's a heavy bike, hard to knock over unless either you really want to or you're in a car. When I'm at home I park in on the sidewalk in front of my house. That part of the sidewalk is painted red so there SHOULDN'T be any cars right up next to it.

I get home after driving around in the jeep for something and as I'm walking up to my door I notice my bike is a little off. Hmmm... I wouldn't park it that close to the curb because I wouldn't be able to put my foot down on that side. So I go closer to investigate. Sure enough the side of my bike is scratched up, the windshield broken, the brake lever curved way too much now, and the right handlebar is bent in toward the bike (more so than before). Well hell. Now I'm pissed. I look around like the person is just going to be standing there and then I scrutinize my bike a little more before storming off into the house.

Since it was not laying on the ground I assume whoever knocked it over didn't mean to. It would take a lot of effort to get it back upright. But at the same time I don't really care if they meant to or not if they're not going to pay for it. I wish I believed more in karma so that I'd know this punk is going to get what's coming to him. Like he'll come out of a store one day and his car will be on its side. Yeah... that's right fucker.