importadrenelin
11-01-2002, 05:34 PM
Story I found over at Honda-Tech.com, MY CAR WAS NOT STOLEN..
"...Like the title of this thread says, i was jacked for my car, but the thief got his. Before i tell the story, for reasons you'll understand after reading this, i am not about to say what i drive, or where i live. To those of you who know me personally, i would be very thankful that you don't go around sharing what i did with anyone, thank you.
I was driving home after visiting my girlfriend who was home from school for a few days, when about half way through the hour drive i pulled into a small gas station to grab a Code Red to keep myself awake for the rest of the way. As i left the store and started walking to my car, a tall XXXXXXXXX (i editted his race out, as it has nothing to do with the story) man approched me, and we started to talk.
Him: Is this your car?
Me:Yup
Him: Is that an intercooler tucked in?
Me: Hah, you got me, it is.
Him: What kind of kit you got?
Me: It's a rev-hard.
Him: What's it run?
Me: It's pretty slow, the motor is on the way out (i was lying at this point, trying to discourage him from talking much more).
Him: That's sweet man, i gotta a turbo prelude parked on the side, check it out.
I should have known better, but the invitation of turbo prelude was just too much. i followed him around the corner, but i saw no car. As i turned around to look at him, he punched me. While still dazed he pushed me to the ground and pulled out a gun. Now, i live in a fairly well to do suberb, and have only once seen a gun. Never held one, and had NEVER had one pointed at me. He told to give him the keys, and i did. He told me if he say me come around the corner, he would shoot me. Sadly, i heard my car start up, and i looked around the corner just to see my car drive away. I quickly went back inside to call the police.
During the questioning and paper work, the officer told me that there had been a rash of violent car theifts of late in this county. And while the gun i described was different then the other incidents, the mans appearence and manners (he SEEMED nice) was right on. Anyway, it was now 1am and my older brother Roger had driven down to pick me up. I spared him the milage to his car (Hey, it's a 1980 Supra, it's almost an antique!) and told him take my f150.
We get about 4 lights away from the gas station, and Roger asks me if i would pull over and so he could go the bathroom. Understandably, i was in a horrible mood, and i told him to wait to we get home. He complains, and i finally give in and agree to pull in behind a supermarket. We make the turn into the parking lot, and proceded out back. As we round the corner my heart stopped. About 150 feet away i could see the rear end of a car just like mine under a street light , with a pickup next to it. Then i saw a man walking towards our truck. Roger didnt say anything, as we both realized what was going on. As the man walked up to my brother's window, i tried to hide my face. In the same voice i heard questioning me about my car the man, the theif said to us. "Whats up guys? Don't worry about this, i called the police and they are on thier way here to check out why this car is here". I know why the car was there. My brother know why the car was there, and the theif knew why the car was there. He was taking apart my car. As the thief turned around and started to walk back to my car and the pickup, i looked at my car again. It was already on blocks, the wing was taken off, and the tail lights were gone (and this is what we could see from behind). Looking upon my second car to be stolen in two years, a feeling of pure hatred came over me. I remember how much it hurt to lose my SH to thieves, and now my current car, it was too much. I turned around and headed out front again. I shut the lights in the truck off, and double backed around behind the supermarket. I never pushed so hard onto the gas of a vehicle as i did this time. With the theif only halfway back to his truck he had nowhere to go. Just as i reached the middle of second gear i caught up to him. He tried to dive to his right as the front passenger side of my truck hit him, sending him spinning onto the pavement. I never flinched, nor blinked, nor slowed down. I drove right by my car, and went to the far end of the store, and back out front.
I drove the truck with the lights still off two blocks and pulled into another gas station, but this was one was closed. My brother and i got out, and looked at the truck. The grill and headlight housing were both broken, and there were two large dents in the fender, and the mirror was broken. I asked Roger to call the police for me, not to report what i had done, but to report that there was a man stripping a car behind the Kroger. Making the call brief, we both got back into my truck and drove home.
I woke up the next morning with the worst feeling i had ever had, even worse then when my prelude sh was stolen. The hardiest part was lying to my mother about the damage to the truck, but she never questioned my horrible night, ending with me also hitting a dear on way home after having my car stolen.
4 days went by, and the officer that interviewed me finally called to report that my car, and most if not all of the parts removed had been recovered as well. When i asked him if they caught the guy the officers only said "Dont worry, he got his". I agreed to drive down the next day to pick up the parts, and car-dolly my car home"
"...Like the title of this thread says, i was jacked for my car, but the thief got his. Before i tell the story, for reasons you'll understand after reading this, i am not about to say what i drive, or where i live. To those of you who know me personally, i would be very thankful that you don't go around sharing what i did with anyone, thank you.
I was driving home after visiting my girlfriend who was home from school for a few days, when about half way through the hour drive i pulled into a small gas station to grab a Code Red to keep myself awake for the rest of the way. As i left the store and started walking to my car, a tall XXXXXXXXX (i editted his race out, as it has nothing to do with the story) man approched me, and we started to talk.
Him: Is this your car?
Me:Yup
Him: Is that an intercooler tucked in?
Me: Hah, you got me, it is.
Him: What kind of kit you got?
Me: It's a rev-hard.
Him: What's it run?
Me: It's pretty slow, the motor is on the way out (i was lying at this point, trying to discourage him from talking much more).
Him: That's sweet man, i gotta a turbo prelude parked on the side, check it out.
I should have known better, but the invitation of turbo prelude was just too much. i followed him around the corner, but i saw no car. As i turned around to look at him, he punched me. While still dazed he pushed me to the ground and pulled out a gun. Now, i live in a fairly well to do suberb, and have only once seen a gun. Never held one, and had NEVER had one pointed at me. He told to give him the keys, and i did. He told me if he say me come around the corner, he would shoot me. Sadly, i heard my car start up, and i looked around the corner just to see my car drive away. I quickly went back inside to call the police.
During the questioning and paper work, the officer told me that there had been a rash of violent car theifts of late in this county. And while the gun i described was different then the other incidents, the mans appearence and manners (he SEEMED nice) was right on. Anyway, it was now 1am and my older brother Roger had driven down to pick me up. I spared him the milage to his car (Hey, it's a 1980 Supra, it's almost an antique!) and told him take my f150.
We get about 4 lights away from the gas station, and Roger asks me if i would pull over and so he could go the bathroom. Understandably, i was in a horrible mood, and i told him to wait to we get home. He complains, and i finally give in and agree to pull in behind a supermarket. We make the turn into the parking lot, and proceded out back. As we round the corner my heart stopped. About 150 feet away i could see the rear end of a car just like mine under a street light , with a pickup next to it. Then i saw a man walking towards our truck. Roger didnt say anything, as we both realized what was going on. As the man walked up to my brother's window, i tried to hide my face. In the same voice i heard questioning me about my car the man, the theif said to us. "Whats up guys? Don't worry about this, i called the police and they are on thier way here to check out why this car is here". I know why the car was there. My brother know why the car was there, and the theif knew why the car was there. He was taking apart my car. As the thief turned around and started to walk back to my car and the pickup, i looked at my car again. It was already on blocks, the wing was taken off, and the tail lights were gone (and this is what we could see from behind). Looking upon my second car to be stolen in two years, a feeling of pure hatred came over me. I remember how much it hurt to lose my SH to thieves, and now my current car, it was too much. I turned around and headed out front again. I shut the lights in the truck off, and double backed around behind the supermarket. I never pushed so hard onto the gas of a vehicle as i did this time. With the theif only halfway back to his truck he had nowhere to go. Just as i reached the middle of second gear i caught up to him. He tried to dive to his right as the front passenger side of my truck hit him, sending him spinning onto the pavement. I never flinched, nor blinked, nor slowed down. I drove right by my car, and went to the far end of the store, and back out front.
I drove the truck with the lights still off two blocks and pulled into another gas station, but this was one was closed. My brother and i got out, and looked at the truck. The grill and headlight housing were both broken, and there were two large dents in the fender, and the mirror was broken. I asked Roger to call the police for me, not to report what i had done, but to report that there was a man stripping a car behind the Kroger. Making the call brief, we both got back into my truck and drove home.
I woke up the next morning with the worst feeling i had ever had, even worse then when my prelude sh was stolen. The hardiest part was lying to my mother about the damage to the truck, but she never questioned my horrible night, ending with me also hitting a dear on way home after having my car stolen.
4 days went by, and the officer that interviewed me finally called to report that my car, and most if not all of the parts removed had been recovered as well. When i asked him if they caught the guy the officers only said "Dont worry, he got his". I agreed to drive down the next day to pick up the parts, and car-dolly my car home"