Walking to school one morning,
I found a BMX in a bush, honest. It had been constructed with the remains of about 10 different bikes and was therefore completely unique. I took it home and explained how i had found it, but I was told in no uncertain terms to take it to Police Station. So, in a huff, i did, and was told if nobody claimed it in 3 months, it would be mine.

3 months came and went and there I was, standing in the police station, tattered receipt in hand. The cop actually laughed when he saw the bike I was there to claim. By now the chain had rusted and it was in need of being buried to be honest. Still, i never had a bike and this, Frankenstein's Monster of a machine would make my life infinitely more enjoyable.

And it did, until one day i was pushing it through town and this older guy from school raced up to me and shrieked that I had stolen his bike, and that i had better give him it back with the utmost haste. I calmly told him the story and explained the bike was now mine. He threatened to choke me, but in the face of adversity i stuck it out and he left, on foot, while i cycled off into the sunset. Every time I saw him thereafter he would threaten me with massive amounts of violence, but I didn't give a fuck, I had my bad boy BM-Wrecked.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 11:08, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

A heartwarming tale
God Bless us every one!
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 11:17, Reply)

Well, not everyone obviously.
Having the right bike when you were a teenager was of enormous importance. Having a jury rigged deathtrap that attracted the unwanted attention of bikeless bullies wasn't the wisest of moves.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 11:27, Reply)

I just got my brother's old bikes
I didn't give a fuck really.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 11:29, Reply)

I can't believe you stood your ground
I'd have bawked and then given him the bike. Then gone home and vomited and cried.
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 11:30, Reply)

But it was MINE goddamit
I had a police receipt and everything to prove it. When he said it had been nicked from his front garden I asked why he hadn't went to the police station, because that's where it had been for 3 months. He didn't have an answer to that.

Cock smoker.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 11:33, Reply)