Reunion

My stolen scooter has been returned to me!!



But as you can see from the picture it has taken quite a bit of abuse, the poor thing.

Basically, the Wyandotte police found the scooter 2 days after I reported it stolen (April 5). They didn't tell us they had found it until the 21st. It had been towed and was being stored to the tune of $20/day bringing my total bill to $422 for towing and storage. $422 I was responsible for paying, which I think it BS. THANKFULLY, the scooter was with towing company is owned by my good buddy Megan's family, not the towing company listed in the letter. Silly police. Shout outs are in order, as Megan's family cut me a deal. You rock, H-less!! Let me know if you ever need a favor.

As for the scooter, it needs a new ignition primary (it was ripped out and hot wired). Also: a new brake lever, mirrors, battery cover, and some bolts. The rest of the damage is cosmetic as far as I can tell. I have ordered parts and Dad will work on it next week. The real test will be to see if it starts or not after he puts the new ignition in. I'm am worried that the thieves might have blown up the engine.

I called the detective handling my case to ask if they had a suspect and if there are any legal avenues I could pursue. He did not know that the scooter had been found. Wow. Shouldn't he be the first to know? This experience has been really enlightening.

I will scoot again...

Sean Lennon Tonight

Meghan and I are psyched to see Sean Lennon at the Grand Emporium tonight. Yes, he is the son of John and Yoko. But more importantly (as far as I'm concerned, MEGHAN) he is a great musician in his own right. His latest album, Friendly Fire, is fantastic. I have often said that a mark of an excellent album is that my favorite songs change frequently. Friendly Fire has that quality. Today I like "Spectacle" and "Dead Meat" best. My biggest hope for the concert is that all the instruments on the album are also touring. A pet peave of mine is when bands strip the tour down to basic instruments like guitar, drums, and bass. Often the more unusual instruments are what draw me in.

Bummer, Dude

I came home last night to discover that my scooter had been stolen. That which I had long feared came to be. At least my scooter and I had three wonderful years together. Sniff, sniff. On the upside, the police think they know who stole it. They have surveillance footage of someone stealing a truck with a scooter (possibly my scooter?) in the back. The irony is that I've been looking at apartments in Philadelphia and wondering in which neighborhoods I would be the least likely to get my scooter stolen.