Around 1968 or so, I had just gotten a divorce from my evil wife and was living on what money she had not taken. I had purchased a 1964 Chevrolet Impala from a guy that I work with . Now back in the day I did not understand that you had to take car of a car if you wanted it to say, start, run and perform like a car. My preventive maintenance consisted of changing the oil every 25,000 miles or every 10 years which ever comes first. Windshield wipers lasted the life time of the vehicle and tires are only replaced if there is a catastrophic blow out. My motto was "No maintenance", period.
One Saturday morning I woke to find that my car was not were I had left it the night before. And the first thing I thought about was, not that it was stolen, but were I had parked it last night. It was a time in my life when forgetting were I parked my car was a great possibility. I forgot to mention that my car, at that time was a manual shift, had no second gear. I had been driving it for about 6 month that way, promising that I would get it fixed next year. Well getting back to the missing car. It finally hit me that my car had been stolen and I called the police and informed them of my loss and gave them a description of my car. They said that they would file a report and get back to me as soon as they know anything. They did say to me that I would probably not see my car again. Saying that the percent of the recovery of stolen vehicles was very low. I hung up the phone thinking about how I was going to get to work on Monday. Well 10 minutes later I got a phone call from the police telling me that they had found my car. It seems that who ever took my car thought that they had gotten a beauty, but realized, very soon, after trying and not finding second gear that maybe they had made the wrong choice. It seems it only took them about 30 seconds because they found my car just up the street ,about a block away, from were I lived.
Who needs car alarm when all you need for protection is to drive a piece of crap.
One Saturday morning I woke to find that my car was not were I had left it the night before. And the first thing I thought about was, not that it was stolen, but were I had parked it last night. It was a time in my life when forgetting were I parked my car was a great possibility. I forgot to mention that my car, at that time was a manual shift, had no second gear. I had been driving it for about 6 month that way, promising that I would get it fixed next year. Well getting back to the missing car. It finally hit me that my car had been stolen and I called the police and informed them of my loss and gave them a description of my car. They said that they would file a report and get back to me as soon as they know anything. They did say to me that I would probably not see my car again. Saying that the percent of the recovery of stolen vehicles was very low. I hung up the phone thinking about how I was going to get to work on Monday. Well 10 minutes later I got a phone call from the police telling me that they had found my car. It seems that who ever took my car thought that they had gotten a beauty, but realized, very soon, after trying and not finding second gear that maybe they had made the wrong choice. It seems it only took them about 30 seconds because they found my car just up the street ,about a block away, from were I lived.
Who needs car alarm when all you need for protection is to drive a piece of crap.
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My unit block got broken into last year and literally dozens of cars had windows smashed in a "smash and grab" job. The Police said the thieves were only after loose change and any small valuables in the car which could be easily carried.
That's when not washing your car, fixing a crooked front bumper bar, or replacing a torn rear window windscreen wiper really pays off.
My flatmates car, by comparison, was pristine and shiny.
You can guess the rest.
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