Sooooo....Today I go down to the garage to get the Kat out for a nice bath aaaand....
The garage window is broken and the Kat is laying on it's left side. I pick her up and start giving her a good once over-
Effed up crack on the left side upper.
Fender is cracked
And best of all (figure this the hell out) the storage box under the seat is cut completely in half. Cut like it's seperating the front of the bike from the back- and my insurance papers are hanging out. I keep the papers in a thick sealed plastic bag which was wedged in place (in the new opening they cut for me) by one of those fake smokeless cigarettes (that Scout had given me a few months ago and I just forgot I'd put there).
I'm at my wits end to figure out wtf they thought they were doing- but I'm not riding the bike 'till it goes back to the dealer and they give it an ok for the road. I mean seriously- if you just wanted to hurt my bike then there are three hundred other ways to do it. And why knock it over? I hate this town...I really, really do.
The garage window is broken and the Kat is laying on it's left side. I pick her up and start giving her a good once over-
Effed up crack on the left side upper.
Fender is cracked
And best of all (figure this the hell out) the storage box under the seat is cut completely in half. Cut like it's seperating the front of the bike from the back- and my insurance papers are hanging out. I keep the papers in a thick sealed plastic bag which was wedged in place (in the new opening they cut for me) by one of those fake smokeless cigarettes (that Scout had given me a few months ago and I just forgot I'd put there).
I'm at my wits end to figure out wtf they thought they were doing- but I'm not riding the bike 'till it goes back to the dealer and they give it an ok for the road. I mean seriously- if you just wanted to hurt my bike then there are three hundred other ways to do it. And why knock it over? I hate this town...I really, really do.
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