While walking into work in Carlton this morning I came across a Yammy 250 with a nice shiny blue paint job which looked like someone took a fair bit of care of it. On top of this bike is a aged (choice of word is intended) woman sitting on it like a park bench with her feet up on the pegs. Shall we say that she didn't look to have too much money on her and doubtlessly wouldn't have taken responsibility if the bike had fallen over. I was reasonably sure that it she didn't own the bike but but asked to make sure and true enough it wasn't her bike. So I asked her to get of it and and explained that as motorcyclist I knew that no-one likes someone sitting on their bike without permission. She refused to budge so I changed tactic and told her to get off it. After repeating myself a bit she eventually got off but decided the next best thing was to lean against the bike away from the side stand which shifted the bikes weight dangerously. At which point I might have got a little annoyed and gruffly and repeatedly told her to not touch the bike. I guess she was a little threatened and stopped touching it after telling me not to hit her (a few screws loose I would imagine) which it told her wasn't going to happen. A few underbreath insults ensued while I crossed the road and walked into the office. She was still hanging around the block about 2 hours later when I went and got lunch. But thankfully not messing with anyone's bike. While I definitely her a scare, I would imagine it would have been a much more unpleasant situation than had I been replaced with the owner of the bike or the bike may have ended up on its side or toppled into the car parked beside it. What gets me is that she had no concept that what she was doing might have been something wrong, and definitely resented my involvement when it wasn't my bike even to the point where she though it wasn't a problem because I wasn't the owner.