On the 25th September, outside the Spicer & Cole café on Counterslip in central Bristol, my BMW R1250 GS Adventure Trophy edition (HV24 XYJ) was stolen at 11.24 a.m. from a busy location in broad daylight.
At the time of writing on the 27th September, two days after the event, it hasn’t been found and I’m unlikely to see it again.
One of the main reasons I won’t see it again is thanks to the uselessness of our authorities, in this case the Police force, though “force” isn’t a word you could use to describe the service they provided to me. Farce, perhaps.
After the theft, having been told on the phone that the police had insufficient resources to investigate the matter, and in response to their suggestion I indulge in my own detective work, I did just that.
I was able to provide them with some good information that could have led to the return of my motorcycle and the perpetrators being caught, but of course time is of the essence…
I could give them a precise time of the theft, how they arrived at the scene of the crime and the direction they travelled in, so all the Police needed to do was join a few dots, check CCTV and do it quickly (let’s not forget that we’re awash with CCTV and constantly under surveillance as nation), so why not use this infrastructure, show some agility and see if these pathetic individuals could be removed from the streets.
There was an opportunity to do this, and of course, it wasn’t taken.
Instead, all I’ve got is a crime reference number.
As it could take perhaps five days for the Police to look at any evidence that may exist (this is what I was told), it’s likely (in fact probable) that my motorcycle would either have dismantled for parts, or been shipped abroad by then.
And alas, it’s another epic fail from the “state”.
What do we pay our taxes for?
