Brave 22-year-old college student "fights" to get her stolen moped back. That's how it should be in the newspaper. How often do we hear that a bicycle or moped has been stolen again? You immediately file a declaration, but usually you have lost your property for good. And even if you have moped insurance, it is still annoying. This time, however, the story took a different turn and it involved my own tough daughter. Gee, I am so proud of my child! She managed to catch and arrest one of the perpetrators in the act!
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When my daughter on October 11, When she closed the door of the shop behind her at half past five to go home on her moped, she found an empty spot.
Angry and sad, she called me and I promised to pick her up right away from the city. In the car I got to hear the whole story. A few employees from other stores would have seen two or three guys at work. She decided to immediately report the theft to the police. In the meantime I got some fries, because I didn't feel like cooking anymore. I had also been working all day.
Back in the car, my daughter had arranged everything and made an appointment for the week to have things officially recorded at the desk. She is clearly becoming independent 😉 , I am so proud of my child. If she saw or heard anything, she had to contact her immediately.
Angry and disappointed, she sat next to me. She had bought the moped with her own money and her boyfriend's father had repaired it so beautifully. He seemed new. "Be careful with it, such an old Tomos is very popular," it was said. And now her moped was stolen!
When we drove into the first bend of our street, we saw it right away. A lonely black moped stood against a lamppost on the sidewalk by the playing field. I stopped. “It looks like your moped”, I cried in surprise and before I knew it my daughter jumped out of the car and confirmed that it was indeed her moped. However, it was locked with a chain lock that did not belong to her.
What now? We looked around excitedly. On the corner of the street a man was busy in his garden. We spoke to him. He had indeed seen that two boys had put the moped there and found it strange. Who puts his moped down there? But he hadn't even realized that the moped had been stolen. After we explained what was going on, he decided to help us and wait for the perpetrator with my daughter. In order not to stand out too much, I drove my car around the corner and parked it in front of our house. There I brought in our (still warm) meals and my youngest daughter quickly told the story. That's when my other daughter called. “Mom… we've got him! Come quickly!”
Our strong neighbor and my daughter managed to contain the perpetrator with great difficulty. How proud of my child?! They had already signaled and addressed his “boyfriend” just before, but he had smelled danger and had been smeared.
I took in the situation and found that “the perpetrator” was actually still a child. Fourteen years later turned out to be. The police had been called and while our neighbor was holding him by the collar, I took some photos just in case he managed to escape.
The boy cursed in slang and kicked off in sheer envy. “That's not very helpful of you. Kinda stupid, huh?” I stammered to say something, but it seemed to have little effect on him. At one point he almost managed to break free, but after a good struggle he lay on the floor and my daughter was on top of him. Together with the neighbor, she restrained him and hoped that the police would come soon. After more than half an hour the first (motorcycle) agent arrived. By now a few more people had joined and out of the corner of my eye I saw his parents approaching. With bowed head, the mother squatted next to the police van, where her son had meanwhile taken place in handcuffs. She said nothing and just looked at her child.
Witness statements were taken and then the van drove off. The boy went with me to the office.
My daughter had her moped back. Broken, yes! We had to have it made, they said. We do not yet know who will pay the bill, because there were (according to eyewitnesses) three perpetrators and we only caught one.
Just before we were about to run away, the boy's father approached us. He apologized on behalf of his son, who already had a few things on his mind. However, this was the first time he had come into contact with the police. "Let's hope he learns something from it now," the man whispered. According to him, his son had not stolen the moped, but his "wrong" friends. He had to go pick up the moped alone, because they were going on a nice tour that evening. And… that's why he had the key in his pocket that matched the chain lock. Huh.
