Bike theft stories, lads. I live in Yurop’, so sandniggers are a bit of a problem if you want to leave your bike anywhere.

>cycle to gym
>leave cycle on nice, lit, crowded rack
>come back
>night time, only bike left is mine
>come closer and see a wrench, wheel bolts partially unscrewed

Holy shit, I just interrupted some bike thieves.

>see sandniggers hanging out in the distance, eyeballing me
>check everything is ok
>screw wheel bolts back on
>take the wrench with me
>book it
>all good, strolling home thinking I’ll have a cool story to tell
>see sandniggers following me on shitty bicycles (way too small for them)
>they’re wearing hoodies and failing at being stealthy
>would rather they didn’t know where I leave, so I try to lose them
>they start yelling “Drop the wrench.” “Drop the wrench or we’ll cut you.”
>fuckit.png
>they’re actually faster than I expected
>slip on pedals, lose speed
>they catch up, one of them bumps into me, hits me with a baton-like object
>idiot hit the helmet so I ride on
>stop by a place with lights and people, robbers go away
>wait a couple of minutes and just carefully ride home.

I brought my bike and gear indoors and considered my options. I went to the police the next day. I don’t expect pigs to be able to do anything, but the fuckers could be back and I’d rather have a record of what happened. I handed in the wrench; I didn’t really need it, it was rusty and scratched up to hell; not worth fighting over really, unless you’re a sandnigger.

So this was the story of how I ruined some bike robber’s night: they expected to be able to strip my bike but lost a tool and wasted time following someone home over nothing.
Haven’t seen them again.

Will be stepping up my bike security with an extra cable, anti-theft bolts, maybe an alarm, tracker or something. Ideas?