Someone ran over Eris today. Again. Broken taillight, broken clutch lever, bent mirror, some new scratches on the cowl, and the fender that vespaden so lovingly spray painted white and installed once again became the twisted and further scratched victim. Dude left a note. With a fake phone number.

Now, those of you who know me know that under normal circumstances I'd go on and on about how people suck and what the hell is wrong with people that they won't take responsibility for what they do, etc.. etc... etc.... but I'm not gonna do it this time because frankly, I sorta deserved it. This time. Next time, though, I'm gonna find out who did it and I'm gonna go all Shock and Awe on their ass.