So, Last night. 10-15-12. I got out of the shower at about 6:30 - 7:00 pm. I thought my dad went outside to shut the garage door already, So i went to go watch tv for a while. I thought... todays been kinda wierd. Then i thought i better just go check if the garage door is shut. So i ran outside. (it was maybe 8:30 - 8:35)
It was pretty dark outside. I got home just before 6:30 And my 1984 200x was still sitting in the garage looking all pretty. Anyways, i walked outside. and looked and say the garage door wasnt closed.. I thought. (come on dad? seriously?!) i walk up and use my ipod as a flashlight to see if it was there. Nope. My jaw Literally just about hit the ground. I went and check the other side to see if my dad moved it. Nope. It was gone. http://www.3wheelerworld.com/images/.../icon_evil.gif http://www.3wheelerworld.com/images/...icon_cry.gifSo i ran inside the house and ran straight into my dad. And I said.!!!!! its gone!! We ran outside and yep. sure enough it wasnt sitting there. So we hopped in the car and drove around looking for it then we called the police. When the police got there we found tracks every where from pushing it and a ton of footprints. He took pictures, and i thought i was in a nightmare. I gave him the registration, and 5 months ago i was smart enough to right the serial number down the day we got it. I had tons of pictures of it on my ipod, so i emailed him the pictures and he said it helped alot
Now i was thinking about how much fun ive had on the machine. It hurts alot. It takes a special kind of low to take a 14 year old boys pride and joy.
I hate people. Alot.



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