This not so little beauty was my bike until the early afternoon today. I got home and it wasn't there. Still, I got to ride in a police car today so it wasn't all bad.
I flagged down a passing patrol car, explained the situation, and they said they would drive me to the station a few hundered meters away. Just like being in a taxi really. Perhaps a little cleaner?
At the station, the young and very new officer took details of the grand theft. It must have been his first time. He often used his electronic Kanji dictionary to check how to write the characters his senior dictated.
It took 40 minutes to get the form filled out. Because I had forgotten to take my Inkan (name seal) with me, I had to put my fingerprint at the bottom of the page, and over any errors that were made in the filling out (this proves that the details weren't changed without my knowing).
The senior officer then explained to me that there are 2 possible ways to recover the bike. If they catch them riding it, or if it gets dumped. I don't hold out much hope on either.
I will have to take the subway to my Japanese lesson on Monday. Goddam crime.
4 comments:
actualy I got a call from the police while i was in a lesson, called them back and the guy was out to lunch.
am just off to Judo club now but am taking the keitai with me.
Here's hoping that they found it.
Can't think why else they'd call. certainly not to hear my vicar in the snack bar joke!
it doesn't. sorry.
I rang the police again, the guy had gone home. Nobody else knew what he wanted to talk to me about so they asked me to wait until he comes in ..... ON SATURDAY! I just want to know if they found it or not!!
still the same.
Saturday was busy as hell, lots of the evening spent in underground eateries or bars with Yuki's okinawa dance crew so no reception.
The bike by the way was a Honda Joker. 50cc pretending to be a Harley. Very comfy and lots of leg space... well, not any more.
i like your bike. it was an easy steal. its fast, but too much room for my short stumpy legs.
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