Here's my story
Some of you will know me , some of you wont
Rob Shoemark , Engineer , Husqvarna Bike enthuesist and mountaineer
Some weeks ago in the early hours of the morning i was awoken by my wife telling me that there was a couple of intruders on our property.
Well it escalated from there.
One on the verandah and two at the side shed door trying to get access to the shed.
Well out i go to confront the situation and off they go , i got that close to one of the grubs i hear him breathing heavily as he was running , if it wasnt for my sore knee following a recent knee reconstruction he would have been dead meat.
Well , yesterday the plot heats up.
As it turns out they were not looking for my collection of bikes but my hydroponics crop. WTF. Turns out Shoey , yep me , yep you heard it here , Im a drug grower , Yeh right
Read what follows:
As my neighbour and i are keen gardeners(my neighbour is a landscape gardener) our gardens are always well fertilized with all types of exotic stuff.
Well it turns out that it smells exactley like the chemicals druggo's use in hydoponics set ups.
So , in another raid recently the cop's catch one off the turds that were at my place and he tells the cops that he has info on an inpending home invasion to rip off a hydro crop and if he tells will he get a deal.
So those grubs were coming back to get me a take my supposed hydro crop.
So he gets a deal and the Cops get a warrant to get Shoey (Sounds like a movie Hey , but this isnt a movie this is what actually happened to me)
Well
I get home yesterday and there's detectives a card in the door with nice little note please call.
So i get ready to go training and im just about to leave a i notice one of the Maico's in the shed as Im leaving , but the door should be closed i think and then i think OH the doors are missing.
I go over and my garage door is gone , my security door is wrecked ,the locks are smashed the door is on the floor in the garage and my bikes are sitting there looking good.
My secutity worked because i was told by neighbours that they used a ram to gain access.
So i get on the phone to the detective and ask WTF happenend.
He tells me they had a warrant and they can do what they like. Well let me say nothing was going to save this dip shit cause he forked it up.
So we lawyer up and mention channel nine and hey presto , cheif of detectives , detective and team leader are here on my door step in 20mins flat offering all types of excuses to the innocent man. Yep 20 min.
On the way over i talk to them again , and we decide no lawyer , but let me tell you he was waiting to come .
They want to shake my hand for wrecking my shed and turning my life upside down and i tell them are you ##### kidding, so i invite them in and take them on a tour of a drug lords home (#### me) then we have this really great discussion on how they saved me , (are they forking joking i say). The guy that led the raid looked like he had his arse reamed by his mates and appeared to have two arse holes or just might be normal for these idiots. I told this dickhead Im suprised they give him a gun incase he shots himself in the Foot.
Because of the level of security the cops thought , yep we got a good one here , ther's a crop behind these doors for sure , so ther fizzing at the arseholes to get in
You know my neighbours kids are upset , because they like Shoey and Mrs Shoey , We have watched the kids and grand kids grow up and it really eats at me.
You know i sort of feel bad bad for disturbing ther peace of mind and i havent done anything
So we start talking (just me and the cops), improper execution of a warrant , damage to my property , negligence on leaving a substantial collection of vintage motorcycles unlocked , and compensation for repairs.
Well fork me , collateral damaged they say as 98% of raids are successful and they dont pay for repairs,
I say your forking kidding me arent you , what would channel nine say about this , comedy cappers i think.
They smash there way in and trash my shed , find nothing , "are we see a loft in the shed" the hydro stash must be up there , no guys just my mountaineering gear in a controlled secure store.############### these idiots
We may pay they say , after much discussion , in this case we will pay.
So i call my mate Pete , I call a carpenter , because by now i feel a little rattled.
Pete turns up for moral support thanks Pete (Champion as always) , the carpenter turns up to secure the shed thanks David.
Meanwhile my beautiful is oblivious to the situation as she in transit from NZ . I explain the situation to my wife and she crys. Breaks my heart , i tell you honestly breaks my heart , worse then the grubs that tried to rob me and the police wrecking our property.
We have today discussed the situation and have decided to frame the warrant and put on the wall with some of our more memorable photo's from our mountaineering expeditions just to remind ourselves how lucky we are, how careful you need to be and how quickly things can go pear shaped.
Well today , i go on holidays "the first time in twenty years or so where i wont be mountaineering", because my dud knee is not quite right yet and we didnt think it would be safe yet to return to mountaineering ,secure in the fact that Im not a drug lord , i was save by the cops(yeh right) but most importantly i have good friends and that if i ring will always look out for me.
I know this is not bikes , but it my story and its true and i want to share it , so there it is
Signed the Innocent man
Shoey
(Sorry for any spelling errors)