And they brutalized it. I brought it home, chained it to the porch, and came inside to cry.
Here's a before:
And the after:
They seem to have gone for maximum damage. They broke everything. so much is broken, damaged, or missing, that I don't know where to even start. They wrote all over it in sharpie >.<
It's not starting but may just be low gas. The kick starter turns but it was obviously spewing oil at some point.
/cowers in the corner and points out on the buddy plushie where they touched it
One can understand and forgive thievery caused by dire need. This kind of wanton destruction only reinforces my opinion that the cutting off of hands is not such a bad idea after all. So many subhumans out there.
Yeah, those jerks really messed up your scooter. Sorry. I hope you have insurance that covers your loss. I also hope the folks who did that will have occasion somewhere down the road to experience a change of heart that will cause them to reflect on their actions with regret, but I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for it to happen...
I see that this is your first post on Modern Buddy. You'll find many sympathetic folks here who love their Buddys, too. We all look forward to reading about and seeing pictures of happier times for you. Soon.
I'm sorry they ruined your scooter. I'd be sick if I saw one of mine thrashed like that.
If you're mechanically-minded or have a friend who is, it may be reparable. I have a little Honda that was pretty thrashed when I "loaned" it out after making a poor character judgment. I was livid and the damage far exceeded the value of the scooter. I'm rebuilding it anyway; I like that little scoot too much to let it die from the wounds inflicted on it. If you have the space/time/talent, I'd suggest considering this approach, as I found it very cathartic to set things right with my scoot.
At what point does a hobby become an addiction? I'm uncertain, but after the twelfth scooter, it sorta feels like the latter...
It was toast as well. I rode it to Amerivespa in 2009 in Los Gatos, CA. Was stolen shortly after that, police found it and it had been totalled. It was not a joyride, it was vandalism, pure and simple. Even stole my 1/2 helmet from the pet carrier. That's why my tagline is Scooter thieves are lower than whalepoop.
The worst day of retirement beats the best day working....