What is left of my son's Christmas bike
posted by ET at 6:54 PM
Monday, May 09, 2005
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- Name: ET
- Location: apparently Owasso, Oklahoma
I am a Manhattan girl currently trapped in Oklahoma. It is "T minus about two years" before my reprieve. In the meantime I must vent my frustrations at the lack of Sephora, Tiffany, Brownstones, the subway system, and virtually everything else NYC.
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17 Comments:
It is a bit disheartening... especially when we thought we were getting the "bike" back. If he was my client, he'd get probation, fines and restitution. Then again, he's a juvenile AND he has a record (or so I hear). If they run him in the system, they will also find the A&B report, and hopefully he will be charged with stealing the other bike and that may increase the charge overall. I'd like to see him do some time. Give him a good feel of the prison system so he can make a conscious decision whether he wants to stay out of trouble or be somebody's bitch. Speaking of bitch, he messed with the WRONG one.
Maybe I missed in in the reading, but what was the mothers expression? Did she act surprised or bitchy? Or like it wasnt a big deal?
I agree with Ruffian, and might take it one step forward in saying that the mother even knew about it and just didnt care.
With this kid being a juvenile more then likely he is just going to get a slap on the rist. Hopefully he will get a very conservative judge that wont be so easy on him.
The mother of the boy who HAD the bike (not the one who actually did the stealing) knew he had it. She seemed a little surprised when I told her it was stolen, but not as much as I would have expected. Very low key. She knows something's not on the up and up...she coached her son before the police arrived to "be cool because they're going to lecture you." She has to wonder why there are four bikes in her garage that mysteriously appear and must be immediately disassembled and repainted. Would strike me as odd.
be cool because they're going to lecture you...
OMG, she knew, had to. telling your kid it be cool. I bet she also said. Why did you get caught? Didnt I teach you boys better then that? lame.
The kid said (to my son) that he told her he was working on the bike FOR my son...but the mother told me that she heard that the kid who stole it brought it over after he "found" it at the retaining pond (then it was "in a field"...story keeps getting weirder).
Im pissed off about this and its not my bike!
Maybe its because of my own experience with this situation.
I was 13-14 years old. I bought different parts of a bike to build my own. An older kid down the street who I thought was soo cool (and he was) because he was older and knew alot about building bikes. He helped me build this awesome bike and gave me the chrome frame that I needed too.
A few weeks later I came home from school to find that my awesome bike had be stolen! I knew who did it and I had my mom call the police. The police got the kid to tell them where my bike was.
When I got it back. The tires where flat the fork was bent and my cool gold sprocket was bent. And I had these really cool dice that went on the tire stems... gone.
That bike ment a lot to me. No it wasnt a high price bike but I help build/paint it and payed for parts out of my allowance.
You know what happen to him? The judge made him come to my house with his mother to say sorry and he was on probation for a year. THATS IT. How lame is that?
Chris, that totally sucks. They should have made him buy the new parts and help you rebuild the bike at LEAST. What the fuck is wrong with our legal system??? Now you guys see why I want OUT of it. I have a similar story...sort of strange, but similar. My father (now deceased) was a doctor, so quite busy. But one day school (I was probably in mid-elementary at this time) was cancelled due to snow and he stayed home with me and we built a snowman in the front yard. Together. It took most of the morning and early afternoon. When we went inside, the two boys who lived across from us came over with a wagon and STOLE our snowman! I have never forgotten it or forgiven them, and I would give them a piece of my mind if I ever saw them again. Sentimental value is a bitch.
I guess I was the mean kid in the hood.. or I ran with the tough crowd.. no one messed with my bike! Or.. maybe the bikes I had no one else wanted... my dad must have known what he was doing when I didn't get everything I wanted..
there B.. I posted a comment for ya.. missed me?
You must mean "There ET"...but it'll do. I broke my wrist riding my bike at a park about 1/2 mile from my house when I was about 11 or 12 and my mother made me WALK home (she didn't believe me). I ended up having to go (obviously) to the hospital to get x-rays, cast, all the good stuff and when we got back to the park the damn bike was still there. I was mad at it (the bike!) at the time. Oh, and my mom felt really bad about making me WALK home with my broken wrist!
Did you really? You ARE the circus boy, aren't you? That's too cool...
Wow! Much attachment to the bike issue. I had my crappy one stolen off my front porch in 3rd grade. Crappy in that we were about to throw it away because of...something I don't remember being broken.
I've always wanted to attempt to ride a unicycle. Not fair
And...steal a snowman? Did they try to "hide" it? Very odd. I'd be bitter about it, too.
They took the snowman and put it in THEIR yard. If I was the person then that I am today, I would have gone over there, taken BACK my snowman, and probably socked them both in the face. Of course, they were older boys (and two to my one) and MUCH bigger and scarier than I was (then). And I was totally shy when I was a kid. Can you believe that?
Rachel, maybe sometime after your hmm-hmm is not bruised anymore we should go unicycling. I don't HAVE a unicycle, but perhaps we could MAKE one from all these "spare bike parts" I seem to suddenly be endowed with.
You must have very good balance. If I can walk though a doorway without falling over it's a good day.
I sucked at trying to learn to juggle. Maybe unicycle will finally be MY thing? In the very least, I think it'll provide a few hours of entertainment as we scrape out chins on the sidewalk. And I'm right there with ET on good days being days when I don't hit my head on the frame while getting into my car.
Rachel and I are two peas in a pod. Or falling out of a pod, as the case may be.
I taught myself to juggle. I started with oranges and then moved to tennis balls. Now I can juggle pool balls. But, only balls and only three.
I dont think I would be that great on a unicycle. Im so tall that my center of gravity might be my down fall.
I had my bike taken from school in 7th grade. The kid I was hanging around at the time, a stoner, helped me look for it. We went all over town and talked to a bunch of people before someone said they saw one behind a grocery store. We went and there it was, with the tires flat.
3 years later, I found out through another guy that the dude who helped me "look" was the one who took it in the first place. Is that a lame story or what?
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