busa dave
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Well i was in bed sleeping last night around midnight when my dog started growling. She's the best security system i have ever had. she's a 65# american pittbull named Daisy. I park my busa directly outside my bedroom window and i have a disk rotor lock.
I quietly peeked through the blinds and what do i see.....2 guys trying to figure out why they can't push my bike away. So i throw some shoes on and grab the Glock. I sneak outside untill i'm right behind them. And yell hey what the F**K are you doing. That quick one runs and the other turns around and looks at me like a deer in headlights. Just a little backround on me, I'm 6' and about 260. I practiced mixed martial arts for about 5 years. So to continue i grab this guy, take him to the ground and start throwing punches and elbows. He was knocked out after the first elbow to the jaw, but my adrenaline was pumping so much i couldn't stop right away.....Now at this point the girlfriend finally wakes up and comes out to see what all the ruckus is about, and sees me beating the hell out of this guy. she runs back in the house and calls the police.
The cops were here fairly quicky and of course he was a complete ass. Not that i don't like cops...its just my luck i would get a prick that wanted to lecture me on everything from not taking the law into my own hands and those bikes get stolen all the time and i'll be lucky if this guy doesn't sue me. So i started getting a little pissy with him and i said he's lucky (meaning the thief)that i got him instead of the glock or my dog.
So after all the commotion i never got back to bed and of course i had to go to work and walk steel on a high rise all day being tired and pissed off.
I quietly peeked through the blinds and what do i see.....2 guys trying to figure out why they can't push my bike away. So i throw some shoes on and grab the Glock. I sneak outside untill i'm right behind them. And yell hey what the F**K are you doing. That quick one runs and the other turns around and looks at me like a deer in headlights. Just a little backround on me, I'm 6' and about 260. I practiced mixed martial arts for about 5 years. So to continue i grab this guy, take him to the ground and start throwing punches and elbows. He was knocked out after the first elbow to the jaw, but my adrenaline was pumping so much i couldn't stop right away.....Now at this point the girlfriend finally wakes up and comes out to see what all the ruckus is about, and sees me beating the hell out of this guy. she runs back in the house and calls the police.
The cops were here fairly quicky and of course he was a complete ass. Not that i don't like cops...its just my luck i would get a prick that wanted to lecture me on everything from not taking the law into my own hands and those bikes get stolen all the time and i'll be lucky if this guy doesn't sue me. So i started getting a little pissy with him and i said he's lucky (meaning the thief)that i got him instead of the glock or my dog.
So after all the commotion i never got back to bed and of course i had to go to work and walk steel on a high rise all day being tired and pissed off.
