A colleague stumbled into some misfortune recently by having his motorbike stolen. Rascals. However, semi-good news surfaced with news of the recovery by police of said bike. I say semi-good because first, he had to pay for the recovery £100 odd – which, as a victim of crime, is a crime in itself. Second, after retrieving the bike after 3 hours of queuing, he discovered the bike wouldn’t start and he needed £300.00 to tow it that time of night at 11pm.
Cue, super-Cem. Had no idea if the bike would fit into the back of the Q7 but some rumaging around and it was a super easy fit with space to boot (ho ho). Thankfully the leaking of fuel was sheltered by the canvas lining I placed underneath it.
Picture below of loltastic escapade.
I fink it woz you wot robbed it in the first place. Innit.
Did ya charge yer mate to stick it da back ov that old Owdey Quap7?
Where’s my fackin radio?
Oi!