From Yahoo – This past weekend, his prized BMX bike was stolen from the garage of his family’s house in Albert Lea, Minnesota. After filing a report with the local police, Culley was despondent that nothing could be done. So he and his mom, Vicki Larson, took pen to paper and collaborated on a letter to their local newspaper, The Albert Lea Tribune.
The headline read: “Please Return My Stolen Dirtbike.” What followed was a heartfelt plea that turns an everyday petty crime into a statement on children’s rights and community responsibility. Full story here
I just saw this on Yahoo and when I read the headline I was all psyched about blogging it because I love when MX hits the mainstream in whatever way it decides to. Let’s get one thing straight right off the bat: that is a bicycle. Yes, you ride it on the dirt, but it is not a dirtbike. And when the fuck will my computer understand that dirtbike is a legitimate word? I am not going to write dirt bike like a prick. And yes, I lured you all into this post the same way Yahoo lured me in. Now do you understand the disappointment and anguish I was feeling five minutes ago?
Ok, that needed to be said. I think it is all fantastic and beautiful that the world is rallying behind this kid, but it may have taken the turn into counterproductive territory. Let’s empathize with the thief here – If you stole this kid’s bike, seeing the letter in the paper might just strike a nerve, enough so to coax you into giving it back. But now the shit has hit the fan and the story is going viral, so you are pretty much on the Most Wanted list next to Bin Laden and he has since been crossed out. Now giving the bike back means you risk being found out, which means your best course of action at this point is to destroy the evidence. Deny till you die, BRO. So way to go internet, you blew it again.
Second, what kind of see you next Tuesday is the mom? Bitch says “Between you and me, we can get him another bike.” Um, then get him another bike. It is a fucking bicycle, they give those shits away in Crackerjack boxes. He says he does not care about getting another one but you know what? That’s bullshit. Let me do the math here real quick….. Yeah, he is 11 years old; he just wants to ride. The kid will legitimately forget about this the second he sees a new one.