Well I get up this morning, back the bike out of garage...hit the keypad to close door...brrr door stops. What the...hit it agian...Brr...stops...Hmmm...
I look, both my sensors are gone, wires showing. Awww crap...someone got in here last night.
Call my Son, "did you shut the garage door last night?"
"No, I think I forgot"
Son of a....
I start to look around and my new 2 month old compressor is gone, my tool box was opened and a mess.
Glad my bike is still here.
The compressor doesn't bother me as much as the little sensors, makes me think they want to come back, and they now know were a Hayabusa lives.
Not to mention I have other valueable things (I won't meniton here) that they know are there.
Sensors replaced...
Called Daryl this morning, roadlock on the way
I look, both my sensors are gone, wires showing. Awww crap...someone got in here last night.
Call my Son, "did you shut the garage door last night?"
"No, I think I forgot"
Son of a....
I start to look around and my new 2 month old compressor is gone, my tool box was opened and a mess.
Glad my bike is still here.
The compressor doesn't bother me as much as the little sensors, makes me think they want to come back, and they now know were a Hayabusa lives.
Not to mention I have other valueable things (I won't meniton here) that they know are there.
Sensors replaced...
Called Daryl this morning, roadlock on the way