First off, thank a lot to everyone who posted with opinions, comments, and advice. I know that it is “just” a bike, but I was pretty p*ssed off yesterday and I appreciate the support from everyone here, especially those who have been through the same thing.
So, last night, I talked to the guy at the parking lot, but of course, he wasn’t on duty the day before, only works night, hadn’t seen or heard anything. He was actually a nice guy, but I did get the feeling that he would never have told me anything even if he had seen something.
Next, on to the aparment where I had parked the scooter in front of (near the door, not blocking the door.) To be honest, they were my primary suspects (I know–how pathetic–I had been stewing about this all that day at work, working out various theories in my mind–basically wasting time.) After knocking on the door for two minutes (and ringing the doorbell), a voice called out demanding “Who is it? Gan man?” OK, this is going to be great…
The old woman who lives there was too afraid to open the door I guess, so we carried on a conversation through a closed door. She wasn’t too reliable.
At first, I thought I was on the right tack when she confirmed that she had heard someone crash into a scooter. My excitement turned to disappointment, when she answered my question about when, with “Oh, yesterday or the day before or maybe it was Friday.” I tried a few more but then gave up after the woman said confirmed she hadn’t seen anything after she had heard the crash.
I looked for street cameras (surveillance cameras) and asked at the parking lot (shouldn’t they have some) but came up blank.
After all that, I decided to forget about contacting the police. Apologies to those who suggested that I do so, but I just wanted to move on from this.
The guy who fixes my scooter says that I am out a couple thousand. He’ll have it fixed for my by tomorrow. So, not that big of a deal (more just a pain in the *ss) but, yeah, in the big scheme of things, I am just happy that I wasn’t on the bike when it was smashed (as someone posted).
So, thanks again to everyone for posting your thoughts on this topic. I apprecaited all your comments and advice.
Finally, to end this, here are some lines from a movie that kept running through my head whenever I thought about what happened to my bike (not that I would ever advocate violence or anything).
Vincent takes his works out of his case and, as the two
continue to talk, Vince shoots up.
LANCE
Still got your Malibu?
VINCENT
You know what some fucker did to it
the other day?
LANCE
What?
VINCENT
Fuckin' keyed it.
LANCE
Oh man, that's fucked up.
VINCENT
Tell me about it. I had the
goddamn thing in storage three
years. It's out five fuckin' days
-- five days, and some dickless
piece of shit fucks with it.
LANCE
They should be fuckin' killed. No
trial, no jury, straight to
execution.
As he cooks his heroin --
VINCENT
[b]I just wish I caught 'em doin' it[/b],
ya know? Oh man, I'd give anything
to catch 'em doin' it. [b]It'a been
worth his doin' it, if I coulda
just caught 'em, [/b]you know what I
mean?
LANCE
It's chicken shit. You don't fuck
another man's vehicle.
(“Pulp Fiction”)