Bessemer Trip

Originally Posted: July 14, 2006

Current mood:tired

    I've been up in Birmingham for a couple weeks now and there have been some good moments but few completely good days. Well this past Tuesday was pretty close.
Back story: the morning we moved up here... around 2am (we suspect) JD's motorcycle, which had been parked outside Amy's apartment, was stolen.
Onward....
Tuesday morning consisted of breakfast, shower & a nice set of ironed clothes before off to work. We were doing a bit of cold calling down 280, JD on the phone with some guy who also works for sterling funding. Well we walk into LasicPlus (a 55 branch corp.) and chatted with the office manager and he told us we would have to call the corporate office and talk to the CFO. He gave us the name and number ... and for shits and giggles we called it expecting a "sure thing... fuck off". Turns out they hates who they use and decided to send us statements... "hellz yes". Later we call CapitalSouth... a local bank chain.. who also happen to be dissatisfied with where they are and want to chat with us later. Good news number 2.
After lunch we decide to go to Bessemer just to see what they have to offer and possibly go the Peoples Bank and Trust to perhaps work out another Bank Partnership. We get lost somewhere around an interstate and we are on a one way street so we have to take another road to go back the way we came. We pass a business on 18th street called 'Gifts and Gadgets' and in front of the store is an ass ugly peach/orange motorcycle with the same type exhauste on the same type of bike that had been stolen. Out of curiosity... we turn around to quench our suspicious thirst. As we get closer JD notices a crack in the front glass. "No fucking way... thats my fucking bike". JD hops out of the car and checks to see if it has the same custom blinkers and back tire. Sure enough. We walk inside the store looking for suspicious characters as JD calls the police. After we're told the cops are on their way, JD calls the people he bought the bike from to get the vend. numbers that are pressed into the frame of every motorcycle just to be completely positive. He gets the vend #, the cop pulls up, and the retard who is riding the bike walks out of the store and up to the bike all at the same exact time. Long'er' story short, JD gets his bike back (new paint job plus 500 extra miles of wear) and guy goes to jail... though he was just the mechanic who works on stolen bikes. The cops think they know who stole it and are now looking to arrest him as well.
What complete luck. The right place at the right time by pure chance. God was smiling on us Tuesday. God was also pissing on morons that day. What retard A) Rides a stolen bike with the vend numbers still on it and B) would even walk up to a stolen bike, knowing its stolen, with a cop there and pretend like there is nothing wrong instead of just walking out the door, glancing at the cop in moment of curiosity, and then walking in the opposite direction never to be seen again. His loss... and definitely our gain