a rambling story as promised.
I left my apartment around 2pm yesterday. The AMF was outside and leaning against my solo which was chained to a bikecar that was chained to a tree. I had been locking it up at night and using the lock for my bike during the day. The engine wasnt on it and the tank was held on by gravity alone. who would steal it?
At 7 I got home and ran into my roommate and neighbors talking in the parking lot. Neighbor said one of my mopeds had tipped over and he put it back up. I assumed it was the amf. Went to look and it was gone. I called 911 and my roomate searched craigslist and got on MA. Got directed to the nonemergency number and dealt with an automated press number message system for a couple of minutes then finally got a real person. In less time than I spent on the phone two officers showed up. They took my information, and didnt seem too hopeful, agreeing with me that it was probably one of the tweakers that collects cans.
I grabed the biggest knife I could find, got in a car and started searching the area hoping to see it abandoned. Two blocks away I spotted the tank on a lawn in a puddle of gas. I parked the car and searched the apartment complex looking at everyones balcony. no luck. There is a family that lives down the street from where I found the tank, that seems to live on their front lawn. I showed them a camera phone picture of my bike and in broken english they said they saw three kids from the aprtment comlex up the street with it and that they were now in the park at the basketball courts. Running, knife in one hand cell phone in the other, I called my roomate. "TEDDY GET TO THE PARK! I'M GONNA STAB SOMEONE!"