I had a 1967 Plymouth Satellite Convertible back in the 1970's in mint condition. I painted flames down the sides and on the hood.............. looked real nice.
I took my girlfriend out to a nice place for dinner down town San Diego and when we came out of the restaurant the car was gone from the restaurant parking lot.
Filed police reports and all the stuff one should in an auto theft, but never did get back my car, ever!
If anyone ever see's a white Plymouth Satellite Convertible with flames painted on the sides, it's mine!
I miss that car.
Many years ago. Sort of a funny story though. My room mate gave my car to a friend of his. [He was drunk] He forgot that he had done so, so when I got home and my car was gone, I reported it stolen. Over 6 months later, the guy he'd lent the car to called me-he happened to look in the glove box and saw my info. He didn't realize that the car didn't belong to my room mate until then. He was driving my car around for 6 months-about 30 miles from where I lived, in a car I'd reported stolen-and had been pulled over for speeding twice. I got my car back.
ALMOST! ....CAUGHT HIM IN THE ACT. HE HAD POPPED THE LOCK OUT OF THE IGNITION AND WAS PREPARING TO HOT WIRE IT... I HAD JUST FINISHED BOWLING. ..WHEN I SAW HIM I AUTOMATICALLY HOLLERED AT HIM AND GOT READY TO BASH HIM WITH MY BALL, .....HE RAN LIKE HELL!
Happened 3 times to the same car. It happened a long time ago when I was little. The first time, it almost got stolen. But the idiot didn't know the proper way to turn the key and eventually left (that car had special way of turning the lock, it was old). The second one, we caught right in the middle of their operation. It was a lady in heels (late twenties from my memory). She looked at me and my mother shocked and said: "oh I'm so sorry, I thought this was mine" lol. My mother didn't chase after her because she was concerned for our safety. The third, was when we sold the car to these college guys and several months later, got a police report saying it was stolen (we got it because the car was still in my parent's name), we found it parked next to a street. Those were the only instances of a car being stolen in my family.
hahaaha... I used to have a great great aunt, who was never married... cute as a button... but a honest to life crazy cat lady... she had all sorts of junk cars in her yard that ferral cats lived in lol
The last car I had stolen was my 67 Pontiac GTO in 1968, I got it back three days later but it required a lot of work, they messed it up so took the bus for a few months.
The first car I ever bought on my own was a mint-condition (used) 1989 Chevy Caprice Brougham. A car highly sought after by the, ah, "Urban Yutes." I had fixed the little mechanical issues it had and put on some '72 Impala dog dish hubcaps over stock wheels that were painted black satin. Damn it looked good and ran perfectly!
Woke up one morning and it was GONE! Didn't hear a sound at all. In short, the cop said it would either be on its way to a chop shop in Atlanta or to the docks in Savannah, where it would be put on a ship bound for Brazil. If it wasn't found in 48 hours, it was gone. I never got it back.
My next car was a '90 Ford Crown Vic. Unlike the Chevy, the Ford's distributor was in the front of the engine. Which made it easy for me to take the rotor out of the distributor every evening and bring it inside. Eventually I moved away from Maconga and now live among civilized people.
Twice. I live less than 10 miles from Bensalem Pa, which Newsweek identified as the chop shop capital of the world about 20 yrs ago. Both cars were stolen during that period.
Not my car, but my dad's car was stolen once by some teens who decided to take it on a joyride. Funny thing was, he always locked his car. My mom never did, yet kept the spare keys to my dad's car in her glove compartment box.... We always lock our car doors now.
Had one stolen about 45 years ago. The found parts and pieces of it scattered between Oregon and Mexico. It went straight to a chop shop and was dismantled and sent all over.
I took my girlfriend out to a nice place for dinner down town San Diego and when we came out of the restaurant the car was gone from the restaurant parking lot.
Filed police reports and all the stuff one should in an auto theft, but never did get back my car, ever!
If anyone ever see's a white Plymouth Satellite Convertible with flames painted on the sides, it's mine!
I miss that car.
No.. my car has never been stolen. I wish someone would steal it
Woke up one morning and it was GONE! Didn't hear a sound at all. In short, the cop said it would either be on its way to a chop shop in Atlanta or to the docks in Savannah, where it would be put on a ship bound for Brazil. If it wasn't found in 48 hours, it was gone. I never got it back.
My next car was a '90 Ford Crown Vic. Unlike the Chevy, the Ford's distributor was in the front of the engine. Which made it easy for me to take the rotor out of the distributor every evening and bring it inside. Eventually I moved away from Maconga and now live among civilized people.
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