Last night my storage container was broken into and the #$%*es stole my '75 CB400F "cafetracker?". On a whim I decided to roll past a notorious local tweekers house (gotta love small towns). It wasn't there but about a block past his house I ran into 2 oldsters (75+) that come by the shop all the time. These guys spend A LOT of time just riding around town checking stuff out and know practically everybody so i figured they'd be my best bet for finding my bike if it was still in town. Before I finished my sentence they interrupted me to tell me they saw it on a side street earlier this morning. I followed them for a few blocks and lo and behold, there's my bike parked at the curb. The woman who lives their said she heard it it pull up early that morning (even did a good impression of what my bike sounds like running out of gas) and said her husband was really into motorcycles and was pretty stoked, hoping it was abandoned. Turns out the retard turned the choke on and the gas off and got as far as what was in the carbs took him. Douchebag took the key w/ him but other than that it's a happy ending. It's truly amazing how stupid some people are.