We’ve all been guilty of doing something we shouldn’t have? Right? I want to share my biggest secret with Emma and her readers here on the blog as I feel I need to let it all out so I can forgive myself and move on with my life.This is why I was stealing bikes to order and why it’s the biggest regret of my life.
So aged 17 I passed my motorbike test and thought the world was my oyster, freedom, endless rides, knee down on local roundabouts, the buzz inside screamed: “I want more”.
I started hanging out with guys as not many women could handle the bigger bikes. I became one of the lads, got in with a crowd of bikers and went everywhere with them. I worked hard all week but spent all my time yearning for the weekend.
Then at a late night meeting on the local A38 roundabout, a guy approached me and asked what I made, I asked what business was it of his, he told me I could make a fortune if I played my cards right.
I began stealing bikes to order
It turned out it meant travelling the lengths and breaths of the country stealing bikes to order.
I tagged along on a couple runs and felt exhilarated, the rush, the excitement and the cash.
In nearly 20 years of riding I stole over 50 bikes and maybe 20 cars.
I made a fortune and blew it all.
Now while I may seem like I’m either bragging or you in some way think its like a scene from a film I assure it’s neither, after speaking to a mum on emmas support group it’s made me realise just how stupid stealing bikes was and how I put myself and others in danger back in my younger days.
As a mother now I value my possessions, I know every person I stole from was a victim, I was a thief, nothing more, nothing less. I’ve taken things from people by force at times and in the dark when families slept.
I’ve evaded the police on many occasions, sometimes at 100mph and put not only my own life in danger but more stupidly the lives of innocent pedestrians.
I didn’t care who I stole from, I didn’t care they worked hard for what they wanted, I just loved the money I got from stealing bikes to order, and I loved the buzz.
I was about to learn a valuable lesson
Then around 13 years ago on a stolen Ducati passing through a village, I ended up with broken feet, 2 broken wrists and a visit from the police.
A car pulled in front of me and put paid to my stealing days, my high octane fueled days.
I found out I was pregnant with my first born that night in a hospital bed. Then my parents were informed and turned up asking every question going, they didn’t even know I rode bikes as I’d not been living at home since 15.
I needed to grow up
I realised there and then in that moment as they were talking or rather screaming at me that I needed to grow the fuck up and be a mother. I didn’t hear a lot of what was said to me that night to be honest as the words “your pregnant” were all I heard.
Years down the line I’m a mother to 3 children and I’ve been stolen from and hate it, was a couple of items from my garden but I felt violated and it made me realise all those vehicles I stole were somebody’s hard earned possessions and I had no right to take them.
Karma does strike when she’s ready and I’ve had mine in several doses.
If I could change everything I would, stealing bikes is my biggest reget and if I could apologise to each and every person I robbed from I would.
I have learned my lesson the hard way
Making a fast buck really isn’t worth getting on the wrong side of the law for.
I’d sooner have my kids and be broke than have thousands in the bank and living a lie and making peoples life a misery.
I’ve completely turned my life around now, I try to be a good person especially for my children, bring them up with morals and civility, being a good person doesn’t put money in the bank but it puts a smile on your face and that is what our kids cherish more than money.
I am not proud that I was stealing bikes and hurting people but we all make mistakes. I am not perfect but I have learned my lesson and I hope you will not judge me, but be able to see past my mistakes and see me for the loving mother that I am today.
I would like to thank Emma for her blog anonymously option on her blog as it’s allowed me to speak out and put my own demons to rest.