Hi All, About 9:35pm this evening was having a Mississippi Mud pie ice cream at McDs in Maldon, Essex sitting in their car park when I heard then saw an 899 Panigale come through the Drive-Thru ridden by what looked like a scrote wearing baggy grey SportsDirect tracky bottoms, a black body warmer and dirty trainers. The bike had no number plate. It looked like it was stolen. The scrote was white about 20 years give or take a couple, about 5'6"-5'7", porky looking, pasty faced, dark short hair but not really short. He looked so out of place on the bike as he had no proper motorcycle gear what so ever and seemed to be struggling with his helmet. The bike had no number plate. The bike could have been his I suppose, but highly unlikely. I called the police on 101 as the guy parked briefly in the car park, but they didn't pick up and then 999 as the scrote realised I had taken an interest in him, but the police still didn't pick up. About 10 mins after the scrote had left on the Panigale I got a call back from Essex plod who at first didn't seem interested when I told them I had seen a possibly stolen motorcycle, but then when I explained what a Ducati 899 Panigale was the guy on the other end took slightly more of an interest. I also went into McDs and asked to speak with the manager to see about their CCTV but he wasn't very interested and then just walked off. So it is highly likely some one's pride and joy is being ridden around by a little scrote. It is likely to have been stolen in the area around Chelmsford, Colchester, Maldon down to Southend or that neck of the woods so if yours is missing this might have been it. I am sure McD's CCTV will have caught his face as he took his helmet off by the Drive-Thru window and there is a discreet camera just in front. Btw Hi everyone, go easy as I am a newbie. I don't actually own a Ducati, yet..... Would love a Panigale, but have to make do with a Hionda Blackbird and Triumph Street Triple at the moment ;@)
Perhaps next time the opportunity arises - punch the fucker and then ask? 10 years ago my wife to be left her push bike that I had just bought her outside the gym - scrotes pinched it. Later the same day I left out flat and walked down the street heading to meet a mate to go to the pub. In the distance I saw 3 lads - one on a push bike with not seat - very similar to the scrote you mention. As I got closer I noticed it was her bike! (She had taken the seat into the gym with her as it was on a quick release). I kept walking until I was at the side of the 3 lads and then ran through the cvnt and knocked him flying. He was a little surprised A group congregated - all his mates and they started gobbing off, but my mate arrived behind them and twated one of them. I had hold of the one I had knocked off the bike - phoned the police on 999, told them what happened, and the 'gang' were getting vocal and threatening. They said they had no one available! So as they decided to try and run at me to free their mate, we decided to run at them and punch the fuck out of them. They left in some what of a hurry. Took the bike home, girlfriend was a happy bunny, we went to the pub. Hate scrotes. Welcome to the friendly forum
Good job done. I bet there's quite a few who've lost their motorbikes that would love the same kind of opportunity.
Welcome Dave and well spotted. Pity plod didn't take you seriously. But why should they? That would involve real police work.
Ha ha, Exige's story remind me of a similar inident involving my wifes bike, scrotes stole her front wheel when her bike was locked up in town. I jumped in the car and drove around to likely places they could head to, after a bit I saw three teenagers on bikes one of which was carrying a bike wheel. Drove past then pulled into the kerb and walked round the back of the car as they drew level twatted the fucker with the wheel. His hard as fook mates scarpered straight away leaving him spreadeagled on the road where for good measure I highlighted his error by bashing him on the head with the wheel. At this point his screams alerted a bloke in the nearby house who ran out, saw whats happening shouting at me to stop what I was doing. I carried on but told the now less agressive bloke what was happening, he then turned and walked away. After a while I got a bit bored of hitting him on the head with the wheel so jumped on both his bike wheels turning them into pretzels. Lesson delivered I left him lying on the pavement. Little bastard.
