Ah, this thread brings back memories
A number of years ago, someone(or two) tried to steal my first GN. It had a custom paint job, so it wasn't going to just be driven around with new tags. They were either going to beat on it and dump it, or they wanted it for parts. Anyways, I got up in the morning and my girflriends son asked me if I had the hood up on my car. I laughed and said, "No...............why?" I got a little nervous and jumped up. The hood was propped open a little, so I ran out and looked. They had taken a screwdriver and poked a small hole in the passenger door pushing the clip off of the lock. Pulled the lock out of the hole, and unlocked the door. They smashed the column, and cranked the car until the battery died. Then they smashed the trunk lock into a million pieces, stole my amps out of the trunk and a socket set, but left their screwdriver behind. The only reason the car was still there was because of my Thrasher chip with anti-theft. I had just removed the alarm, because it died, and I was trying to find a good replacement, but noone would sell it. They all wanted to install it. I do all of my own work, so that wasn't going to happen. This is the best part: I had just washed the car and these guys left greasy fingerprints on the glass and on the white paint on the hood, and on the doors. When I called the police department, they told me to come down to the station. I called back because I couldn't get the car started. They told me to just bring the registration. I was pissed. They didn't even want to see the car. Then I told the woman on the phone about the prints. She asked if I knew who did it. When I told her no, she said then that wouldn't help. WHAT! I said if,"If you find out who the prints belong to and I don't know that person, then don't you think that would be a good indication of who tried to steal my car?" See told me they'd send someone out and slammed the phone down. A couple of hours later I called back and she barked into the phone that someone was coming and slammed the phone down again. He hopped out with a giant iced coffee. I thought it was funny. He was decent though, but couldn't sent the detectives out until Monday because of the weekend. What would they do if there was a murder? Throw ice on the body??
Now for part two: There was always this car that flew down the street and would always look in the driveway. Well, when we were out waiting for the police, they flew by and I think if I had thrown a rock through their windshield they wouldn't have looked. I suspected it was them, but had no proof. I called the police to see if they had gotten any info, and told them that I had a suspicion. I was told to get the plate numbers at the house. It could make matching the prints easier if it was them. A few days later when I was driving down the street one of the guys that lived there saw me driving down the street and motioned to his buddy to look at my car as I drove by. Aha, more suspicion. Then another day or so later my girlfriend saw them with a tool box just like the one that was stolen working on a car in the driveway. I never heard anything, and that was probably 10 years ago. On a positive note. A few months later one of their vans caught fire and was totally destroyed. I had absolutely nothing to do with it, but I still smiled for the rest of the day. Ah, justice.
the only one recovered. :smile: The cops figure it was too hard to move the GN parts.
