OK, so this friend of mine brought his 12 down from Orlando on the weekend on his truck so we could ride over the weekend, plus we had the Tattoolapalooza at the Miami Convention Center to check out custom bikes and tattoos. He's got a sweet looking '02 12, slammed and stretched with chrome rims and loud as fuck as he took a hacksaw to the stock pipe and replaced it with a car muffler tip
(it looks cool but it's really loud). Anyway, he doesn't ride it that much and didn't bother to dial up the rear spring to compensate for the extra sag from the stretch and drop. We rode one day and he was 2 up with a chick, and I told him his bike was literally one inch or less above the street
Next day he calls to tell me he's got an oil leak and he's gonna drop the bike at my garage so we can take it later to my mechanic. I thought he would haul her in his truck, but he decided to ride the bike
half an hour later he calls to tell me he's stranded, and there's oil everywhere. I had to go somewhere else but he managed to get a friend's truck and left her at my garage.
So next day I get home from work, remove the fairings and jack her up to find... the drain plug is missing!
so that day I scraped away at the hole to find metal shavings in the screw rings, but the oil didn't seem to have metal in it. I put a new filter, a screw and synthetic oil, fired up to find battery is kinda low so left her charging overnight. Yesterday after coming from work tried again with sweet success, fired up like nothing ever happened, so I cranked up the spring, cleaned up everything, took her for a test ride and laid down a neat burnout circle in front of my house
then sent him a message asking him how much he wanted for the rims; he calls me 5 minutes later in a panic state, asking how bad is the damage, so I bait him for a couple more minutes and then turn her on for him to hear - serves him right for being a careless dick
But it doesn't end there. Since Thursdays is local bike night at Fuddruckers, a friend of mine came over to clean his chain, and we took off to meet another friend at a mall since it was too early to hit Fudds. At the parking lot I tied the helmet to my friends bike since I couldn't find how to do it on the 12 without taking a screw off to free a tie down cable, and we went in to eat and shoot the shit with our other friend. An hour later we head out to the parking lot, to find out my Sparx Bruce Lee helmet is MIA
Some fuckhead cut the strap. I head back to the mall to buy some cheap glasses, and when we return and I try to ignite - nothing happened. Start looking all over the bike to find out the cable running from the ignition had been cut
My friend at the mall drives his truck over so I can have some lights while my other friend goes inside to find me some electrical tape as I start to strip away 7 cables. Half an hour later cable had been patched up and she fires up easily. We ride off to the bike spot, but we never saw the helmet anywhere. I think it's better that way, and even better that I wasn't carrying a gun last night or I might not be typing here today
Seems like the asshole who cut the helmet was gonna short the wires and ride off with the 12 (I don't know how to do that, but after some cables tip had been stripped one of then touched a screw and the dash lit up while the needles did a backflip; if he had just wanted to disable my ride a slash to the tires would have been more effective) In Puerto Rico we have a common belief that having sex inside a car jinxes the car, must be the same with bikes. I'm gonna ask my friend if he got busy on the bike before all this came to pass...
