What were the circumstances? How did it feel to come out of some establishment and notice your car was missing(possibly with your woman and/or drunk)? Then, maybe you think it was towed and call around. Then, you realize it was stolen. Do you want to hurt somebody after that? How did you get home? How many times did you say the F word? How much did it ultimately cost you? Did you get your car back? Stripped...yea...nay? If you were towed, then how was that experience? Cost to get your car back? Dealings with tow truck company? If you had both done, then I envy you...I mean...that's just horrible. Somebody steal or tow my car please.....pleaZZZZZZe. I want to see my evil-doer personality come out to playeeeyay. I expect I would show my dark side if it happened to me. You can learn a lot from a person in seeing how they hold up to these situations. Sorry for bringing up any bad memories. I'm just curious. Surf
ive had my car towed around 3 times...it sucks cause thats $300...but i knew i wasnt supposed to park where i did so i cant blame anybody but myself...had my car broken into once...stole my cd changer, stereo, really expensive suit, shoes, and shirt. i had a wedding to go to that day and had to rush to the mall and get a replacement outfit... they left my peacoat, tie, and all my cds... thieves suck...i say off with their hands...
I had my car towed. It was parked right in front of my apartment. I only ducked in for an hour and it was at 2 am. I went outside to move it and it was gone. The tow truck was pulling up at my gates to tow my buddy's car away. I b****ed him out and all he did was give me a place to go pick it up. Then he passed on by and started to work on the next car. Assholes
When I was 15 the Family Suburban got stolen by some Mexicans. We got it back 3 weeks later after the morons tried to put gasoline in the diesel engine.
ahhhh, the fond memories... 23rd birthday, Brownsville Texas Jack Daniels Weed Poolhall the bad side of town took a snooze in the wrong house woke up without a truck!
Anyone remember the club on Washington Avenue called "The Vatican." Got my car stolen from a "sweet space" about 50 feet outside the back door of that place. Fortunately I had friends in the band, and one of them was good enough to take us home....I think there may have been some guilt involved. Anyway, Cops found it a couple of days later, and I had it back within a week (after paying the fees to get it out of impound ) All the stuff inside was gone (other than my friends Texas Aggie jacket, the impound cost was more). However, they had done a poor job with the hotwire, and the ignition blew. Replaced it, and within a month the entire engine gave up the ghost. Fortunately it was an old somewhat temperamental car, so I was more annoyed than POed at having to get another.
I had my car towed once, but I stoped the driver before he left. Over at that Luke's Hamburger (when it was in business), I had parked in the Galleria parking lot . . . It had a sign "Don't park here", but I didn't think anything of it. It was about 12 to 1 AM -- I had been watching the car the entire time we were in there, and then was like "ah, it'll be okay". We get up to leave, and my friend Jason says (in a laughing voice . . . like it was a joke) "Hey Mark, they're towing your car" and I was like "whatever", so I turn around, and there it is, at a 45 degree angle, driving away. I HAULED ASS out to catch him and he was like "It'll cost you $74 for me to drop it", so my friends scrounged up $80, and he put it down for me. That would've sucked. Other people had their cars towed, so I was lucky. If your car is stolen, what DO you do? How do you know it hasn't been towed.
I've had my car towed from my own apartment. Long story, something over a girl, blah. My friend called me at 3 AM the other night saying his (girlfriend's car) was stolen. He wanted me to pick him up to go look for it. Even in my haze, I didn't understand the reasoning. Let the cops handle it I thought. HIs girlfriend and he are on the rocks. He goes out every night, usually in her car. They both got in the car and she was pissed at him. She was saying "you wanna go out, fine. But now, you're messing up my life. I have finals at SWT, how am I gonna get to class?" Ugly situation all around. He's basically broken up with her, but they live together. Anyways, we get there, and it turns out that he parked it somewhere else. Needless to say, I was pissed. He's usually a bit more prudent about potential crisis situations. I was so surprised at what a F$#@$ up he was, that night. What was even more assinine was his original plan was for me to pick him up, he drops me off at home, and drops off my truck after he's finished. Like I was gonna stay up from 3-5 to wait for him to come back. Or, I was gonna fall asleep only to have him wake me up. I have a hard time getting to sleep anyway. I think he costed me a couple hours of sleep that night. NOt happy.
AT the first game of the Astros-Mets playoff series in 1986 we went to the parking lot and my wife's Firebird was gone. We wandered around a bit to ensure we were where we thought the car was to no avail. We finally approached the security guys and they pointed us to our car which was parked up on the grass. It seems that the crack Astrodome security team observed two men trying to steal it. They ran off but had broken the steering column. To make it easier for the security guys to keep tabs on it, they towed it out of harm's way. A few months later the Firebird was stolen out of our driveway and never found. About 8 months after that, my Jeep Cherokee was stolen out of our driveway. It was found, but the insurance company decided to total it. About 5 years ago, I parked my Ford Ranger in a CompUSA parking lot. When I came out, it was gone. I could not fathom someone stealing that truck and the old stolen car feeling (sick to the pit of my stomach) came flooding back. As I was walking back to the store to call the police, I looked way to my left and there was my truck. It apparently slipped into neutral and went bounding through the parking lot, and out into the street. It had to travel at least 200-300 yards without hitting anything. To this day, I believe that some jokesters decided it would be fun to push my truck far away.
wow bobrek, you've had some really unfortunate experiences with car theft... i'm sorry man! my car was broken into two weeks ago... convertible top was sliced open and everything was stolen... didn't care as much about the stuff in the car (radar detector, tons of CDs) as i did about the convertible top... man that was expensive to replace!
My husband used to have this old Buick... piece of sh*t... and it got stolen a couple of times anyway. Probably easy to hotwire. Both times were from apartment complexes in Houston; the first time they found it abandoned (alongside the Gulf freeway?) with some parts missing, including a damaged door. It seems they tried to rip a bunch of stuff out of the car but weren't very good at it. The second time, they caught the guy who stole it still driving it around a couple of days later (duh!), and nothing was missing except the radio (the most valuable part of which was the cassette tape inside, which I had gotten for $3 at Half Price Books). None of our other cars have been stolen, but someone tried to steal my Silverado a few weeks ago, from right outside my door (in a nice apartment complex in Austin). They pried the back window open and broke the plastic on the steering column, but hadn't gotten very far into it. They didn't even grab the radio or anything. I wonder if they were afraid they were going to be caught and ran off. That was a close call...
when I moved from Texas to New York, a friend promised that if I drove my car up, he would drive back with me. That was January 99. Well we got to the city and parked the car. The next morning the car(with Texas plates) was GONE! I called the City of New YOrk and sure enough, my car had been impounded for parking in a city officials zone(parking spots reserved for Police, Fire, and Press). I had to pay $150 to get the car out, and then I found out that there were two tickets prior to being towed, so that was $60 a piece. Over the next two months, I was ticketed 2 more times in NYC and two times in Philadelphia. In April '99, after my friend re-neged on his promise, I got in that car and drove the damn thing back to Houston by myself. Stopped in Knoxville, Birmingham, New Orleans then made it back to H-town. I rode a Greyhound bus back to New YOrk City,but that's another thread....
Me and a few friends were at Cubs/Brewers game the day after the Bulls won it in 1998. We were in the bleachers, enjoying a night that saw Sammy hit three homers, when my buddy Wade noticed someone's Buick getting the lift. It was Smitty's ride. My ride too, but still pretty damn funny. We got some of the bleacher crowd to chant "Smit-ty, Smit-ty" as the tow truck rolled under and past us. Smitty took it in stride, but he never paid me back for the money I spent to get him tickets (some was HS graduation money, dammit).
When I was in high school, my Dad's Jaguar was stolen out of our garage. I was 15 and practicing driving, so when my Dad, his girlfriend and I went out to eat, I ended up driving when we went home. I parked the car in the garage and left the key in the ignition like we usually did at the time. For some reason, whoever was the last one in did't close the garage door, probably because Dad's girlfriend was going to actually go home for once instead of just sleeping over at our house and her car was in the garage, as well. But she didn't leave right away, so I went up to bed since I had had about all I could stomach of the woman that evening already. After I had fallen asleep, the girlfriend jerks open my bedroom door and wakes me up asking me what I did with the red car (I love that she immediately assumed that I had somehow made the red car disappear. What a b****.) I explained that I was sleeping and couldn't have very well done anything with the red car without them noticing anyway since they would've seen me come downstairs and out to the garage, so she yells down to Dad that it must've been stolen. For some reason, I decided to stand up on my bed at this point and look out my skylight (I had no windows in my room, but there was a skylight on an angle, and I could see the street in front of the house if I stood on my bed and looked out), and lo and behold, I see the Jaguar driving down the street in front of my house. Being an idiot, I immediately burst out my room, down the stairs and out the front door (clad only in a pair of boxers, by the way). The car thief had managed to get lost in a cul-de-sac, so right as I was coming out of the house, he was just turning the corner right by my house. I ran after the car, and for some reason, the thief waited for me. I don't know if he saw me chasing him and thought I was a buddy or something or if he was just stopped at the stop sign trying to get his bearings and deciding which way to go. But I know he must've been stopped for some time because I caught up to the car (and I'm not very fast). I ran up to the passenger door and put my hand on the door handle and leaned down and peered into the car. About that time, I realized that it was pretty stupid to be chasing the car thief in my underwear in the middle of the night. I did manage to get a good look at the guy, and he looked right back at me. He then drove off. The thief ended up abandoning the car about three blocks away (with the lights on). As far as we could tell, the thief hadn't even taken it on a joyride, though he did keep a suede jacket my father had left in the backseat.
Austin Texas. 26th street, (i think) the Jack in the Box on Guadalupe and 26thish DONT PARK THERE UNLESS YOU ARE GOING TO GO INTO THE JACK IN THE BOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ive seen people get towed in about 5 minutes. its ucked up.
My car was towed from in front of my house. I had a flat tire and I had to order a new one. It was coming in in a couple of days. Well the mother ****ing HOA in my neighborhood decided to call my car a "derelict" vehicle because it had a flat tire for a couple of days. It cost about $300. Down with neighborhood associations. They later threatened to tow my car out of my driveway. They said that all cars had to be kept in the garage. Nevermind the fact that we have three cars and a two car garage. We told them we didn't have room. They said "You are not allowed to have so many cars." Idiots.
Many years ago I was meeting a friend at an Oilers game. We met up in a parking lot of a vacant shopping center on S. Main. Several other people met up there too. After the game, all of the cars had been towed. There was some old wino there to tell everyone where their cars had been towed to. I went to the storage yard and got in a major disagreement with them about towing my car. They claimed there was a sign posted, but I had checked and there wasn't. I almost came to blows with the security guard, but I was just sober enough to know that I was not in good condition for fisticuffs, so I paid the money to get my car back. After the lengthy argument, I was in dire need of relief to get rid of some dome foam. I went to the bathroom at the storage yard. I guess I was so upset, it affected my aim. In fact, my aim was so bad, I don't think I even came close to the intended target. And boy, did I have alot of ammo.