- Jul 3, 2003
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http://www.reddit.com/r/motorcycles/comments/t5shp/ex_thief_chopshop_operator_ama/
Here's a tiny excerpt:
Here's a tiny excerpt:
Well worth the read for all the AT bikers and poser garage queen owners who occasionally ride... er I mean polish their bikes.I'm not exactly sure how I ended up with this life. I was basically a normal American kid who was very shy and did well in school. My best friend was basically a dirtbag and he made it seem cool to be a dirtbag. I started off dropping him off at bikes to steal, then scouting out bikes for him to steal, then helping him steal bikes, then stealing them together.
I figured out quickly that the guys we sold the bikes to made more money and assumed far less risk so I saved my money so I could get on that end of things.
I considered myself small time but I was involved in the scene for over 10 years. While my name was brought up in investigations I was never charged with a crime related to this business and I never "informed" on anyone. I quit when I felt the risk exceeded the reward. Maybe it was the guilt, the shame, maybe I was just finally growing up. I lived a lie for a long time and even if no one knew it I was painfully embarrassed inside because of the life I had been leading. I love motorcycles and I was the man responsible for that sickening feeling you have when you wake up to realize your baby has been stolen and I was responsible for it A LOT. Towards the end I would sleep in sweat pants and a hoodie because I knew any day my door was going to be kicked in and I wanted to be comfortable as possible in jail.
I've been out of it all for 4-5 years and I still am trying to figure out how I became that guy.
I don't believe in a higher power, but for everything I got from that life I've lost pretty much all of it. So maybe there is some sort of karma out there. I did use the income earned during that period to put myself through college, but other than that, I've lost all material things. I can't be mad, I certainly deserve this, as I write this I'm days from having to crash on a friend's couch or spare bedroom and I'm in my 30's. I have less than $500 to my name and 1 job offer that's not so promising. The desire to just grab a few bikes or even one is very strong, but I look at it like a drug addict. No one just has one more shot of heroin, ya know? This is my time to harden up, be a man, and play the hand I've been dealt without breaking the rules just like everyone else.