*UPDATAGE*
Got a call about an hour ago from the fuzz. They found my car, pretty well intact, not more than 5 or so miles from my house (not my friend's house where it was stolen from, mind you). We had it towed to our go-to repair shop whom I'll be speaking with in the morning about getting the window and ignition problems fixed.
Damage assessment: pretty tame, compared to what I was expecting. Whoever it was attempted to steal my stereo, and failed (making it the second time someone has failed to remove it from the console. My stereo's got balls o' steel, bitches). There was some exterior damage along the passenger side, as though they grazed against a guard rail or something. Also, for whatever farted-up reason, the knob that tops my gear shifter is missing (?).
Nothing missing that I could tell. Theoretically, I'm in the positive in this regard, since they left behind some shitty duffel bag and the gloves they were wearing as they tried to pry my stereo from the console. Their taste in music obviously sucks, since they didn't even take my CD's (though they were gracious enough to volley them into my trunk, cracking open the cases and scattering them everywhere).
So, there (hopefully) ends this sordid tale.
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... this afternoon around 1:30 to head to work. He steps outside to face the culdesac where he parked his car, and immediately notices that the street is quite lacking in the Led's-car department. Led's instincts tell him that the car was probably towed, due to the code enforcement warning he'd been issued recently regarding his expired registration and inspection. Not a problem. Worst case scenario, he'd have to pay some inflated towing fee and/or some form of citation. Not fun, but not really frustrating either.
Unfortunately for Led, it wasn't simply towed. It was simply
ing stolen.
Those of you who know Led and know him well know that it wouldn't be difficult to steal his car. In fact, the only real assurances Led had of his car NOT being stolen were: it's an absolute piece of shit that's been ridden into the ground with maybe a year of reliable performance left, if that; and, as noted earlier, the registration and inspection are out (something very easy for a cop to notice what with the new year and all), making it a literal "Please-pull-me-over, Officer" disaster waiting to happen.
Whoever took it is either too brave, or too stupid. Maybe they just want to go to jail. Hey, whatever melts your butter, right?
So, Led files a police report, and has his friend (who's using the whole issue as a reason to be intentionally late for work, heh) drive him home. Led walks in, wakes up his poor night-shift-working sleeps-til-3 father up to tell him the shitty news. Led's Dad has just gotten through two months of insurance company round-about bullshit regarding his Dad's wrecked car. And now the poor guy gets to jump into a new stream of I'm-sorry-sir's and please-hold's until this gets worked out. Led's pretty damn lucky to have a Dad who will take this much shit for him.
That, along with the fact that Led's schoolbooks were in the car, and the fact that he gets to be driven around by his parents like a child for the next Shit knows how long, make for a pretty lame Saturday so far.
Oh well, at least I'll be able to get in some primetime Halo tonite, 'cause I sure as shit won't be going anywhere.
Got a call about an hour ago from the fuzz. They found my car, pretty well intact, not more than 5 or so miles from my house (not my friend's house where it was stolen from, mind you). We had it towed to our go-to repair shop whom I'll be speaking with in the morning about getting the window and ignition problems fixed.
Damage assessment: pretty tame, compared to what I was expecting. Whoever it was attempted to steal my stereo, and failed (making it the second time someone has failed to remove it from the console. My stereo's got balls o' steel, bitches). There was some exterior damage along the passenger side, as though they grazed against a guard rail or something. Also, for whatever farted-up reason, the knob that tops my gear shifter is missing (?).
Nothing missing that I could tell. Theoretically, I'm in the positive in this regard, since they left behind some shitty duffel bag and the gloves they were wearing as they tried to pry my stereo from the console. Their taste in music obviously sucks, since they didn't even take my CD's (though they were gracious enough to volley them into my trunk, cracking open the cases and scattering them everywhere).
So, there (hopefully) ends this sordid tale.
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... this afternoon around 1:30 to head to work. He steps outside to face the culdesac where he parked his car, and immediately notices that the street is quite lacking in the Led's-car department. Led's instincts tell him that the car was probably towed, due to the code enforcement warning he'd been issued recently regarding his expired registration and inspection. Not a problem. Worst case scenario, he'd have to pay some inflated towing fee and/or some form of citation. Not fun, but not really frustrating either.
Unfortunately for Led, it wasn't simply towed. It was simply
ing stolen.Those of you who know Led and know him well know that it wouldn't be difficult to steal his car. In fact, the only real assurances Led had of his car NOT being stolen were: it's an absolute piece of shit that's been ridden into the ground with maybe a year of reliable performance left, if that; and, as noted earlier, the registration and inspection are out (something very easy for a cop to notice what with the new year and all), making it a literal "Please-pull-me-over, Officer" disaster waiting to happen.
Whoever took it is either too brave, or too stupid. Maybe they just want to go to jail. Hey, whatever melts your butter, right?
So, Led files a police report, and has his friend (who's using the whole issue as a reason to be intentionally late for work, heh) drive him home. Led walks in, wakes up his poor night-shift-working sleeps-til-3 father up to tell him the shitty news. Led's Dad has just gotten through two months of insurance company round-about bullshit regarding his Dad's wrecked car. And now the poor guy gets to jump into a new stream of I'm-sorry-sir's and please-hold's until this gets worked out. Led's pretty damn lucky to have a Dad who will take this much shit for him.
That, along with the fact that Led's schoolbooks were in the car, and the fact that he gets to be driven around by his parents like a child for the next Shit knows how long, make for a pretty lame Saturday so far.
Oh well, at least I'll be able to get in some primetime Halo tonite, 'cause I sure as shit won't be going anywhere.
