The judge story... A sore spot for sure.
I don't live in the best neighbourhood to be clear...
This started two years ago in April. I was leaving my house to go to work and as I was pulling out of my dirt driveway I noticed bike tracks... The problem was I hadn't ridden in a month. I stop, look back at where the bike was locked up, and see nothing... MUTHA F******CKERS!!!!!!
Cops are called, its all reported, I go to work. Angry. Grr...
Two weeks later I get a call, not from the worthless ass pigs we have around here, but from my buddy. He saw my bike in the county car slammer.
After I picked up my bike and the police report I notice there are no details on how they found the bike, just an address and no names. I asked the detective how the bike was found and he said an officer was driving by and saw it, ran the VIN, and sure enough...
I drove by the address on the report and it was the judges house. Less than seven blocks from my house. I pestered the detective on the case for three weeks after this, he never had answers, so I went to the DA who of course wouldn't prosecute. The detective actually went as far as threatening to arrest me if I kept calling him and asking if he had done his job yet.
The funny thing is that the first story was the one above. The second story of how it was found was that it was in an open lot, the judges son pushed it home and started to work on it till it was found.
The THIRD story was that he found it and called the cops to come get it.
After two years and three different stories from the police I don't know what to do. I figure I'll rebuild and chase restitution later.
ADVERSIS MOVERI NEFAS