I work in Foster City and every day for 3.5 years I've parked behind my building and my scoot is waiting for me untouched. Today, I go out and some ass-hat has stolen my helmet from the underseat peg on my GTS 300.
I have no clue why someone would want a 1.5 year old medium sized white HJC helmet covered with reflective stickers. Stuff like cats, and skulls.
But I hate you. I now have to sit here at work for over an hour while a friend goes to my house in Sunnyvale and picks up one of my spare helmets and drives it up here. All so I can ride home legally.
I am hungry and pissed off that you're making miss my choir practice tonight.
If I see it on you, retard, I will be sure to run you down.