I came home a few weeks ago to find my bike has become a budget lowrider. 3 nails driven in the same place way to close to be pickups. so I get pissed punch some **** and the wife thinks I've run them over I think vandalism right away so a few days later I patched the tire and decide to put both bikes outside the garage. I grabbed a twelve pack and my double barrel 12 gauge. "yes I do live in south carolina how nice of you to notice" I sit in the back of my work van for 3 hours waiting for a pack of hoodlums. at 2:45 am two people approach wearing hoods the taller one stabs my rear tire and then heads for the buell, at this point I'm standing 3 feet from them, I ****ed both hammers and politely stated oh was my tire pressure to high? second "thug" falls over "passed out" first one screams and trys to run and caught a barrel to the face, cops get there un hood both suspects, they are least 70 years old, apparently I scared them a week earlier by passing them, so they took it into their own hands. oh and to add to my great night both of them **** their pants "literally" when I ****ed the gun. :Flip: the motorcycle gods are truly upon me