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I was Robbed!!!
Well I live in the country and some how accumulated a car or two in the yard that was not in use. No, it was not up on blocks, because it was on a flat :) Any way, we had two cars not in use because of insurance purposes. When I graduated in May, my husband and oldest daughter threw me a bar-b-que so the cars had to be moved to free up parking space. My husband took two cars around the road from us on our private property (80 acres shared with 16 other houses of family members) no more than 15 car lengths away out of site though in a deer trail. Long story short he left one car around the road that was stolen 3 weeks ago.
Where I live is in the booneys. People are afraid to come in the neck of my woods at night alone. It is dark and solitary. The traffic signs are woe and giddy-up. So the culprit was some one known and familiar with the area. Within a day we knew who had stolen the car and sold it to the crushers and received $140.00 for it.
Well, the police questioned us as to why we moved our car out of our yard and left it. They gave the thief our telephone number so he could contact us to make out payment arrangements to pay us for the vehicle. The culprit came to my house Saturday to tell me how he would rather give us money instead of go to jail because he had just been released from jail. When my husband filled out the paper work for the arrest, he was chastised and told he better show up on the court date or else.
We found the robber on our own, found the place where the car was taken, the police made us find a witness willing to write out the information that we had to pay the gas money to come back in town, and then we were was questioned as to whether the car was that important to us.
Today my husband called me and said that the thief offered him $900.00 for the car and he was going to take it. My response (seasonally appropriate) THE DICKENS YOU SAY! Ready for a plot twist, my husband yelled at me for not wanting to accept the money. I've been robbed of more than a 1996 Mazda Protege and by more than one thief.
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I had a 1984 Mazda and sold it to crusher for $35.00.I thought I did good.Know one would steal it so I sold it.I do understand what you are feeling.You feel vilated
ahh don't ya just love the justice system sometimes,,(major sarcasm) I've had a few of those kind of justices done to me, not a car, but others. I sure hope it gets better for you.
Ahh - I really feel for you. It is not a nice experience to have your wheels stolen.
That is a Seriously Messed Up justice system!! But it's like that here, too. My brother had his truck stolen from the driveway, driven all over (odometer readings told that) gutted and left in the forest. They didn't even try to find the weasel who took it, a teenager's truck just wasn't that important. So my brother was out a huge bit of cash at a time when he was in college. Tsk, it just shouldn't be that way.
The theft of ones car is a personal attack upon ones self. Our cars have personalities, I guess that all our possessions have personalities, but especially our cars. We name them, we talk to them, in our minds we think that they think about how we treat them, we bathe them, we feed them an expensive diet, and in some cases treat them better than we treat other people. We carefully choose one that makes a statement about us. We spend a lot of time within them, we take them to all the important places we go to, it's no wonder we become close to our automobiles. And if we should decide to let one stand, for what ever reason, it is still our car, and not there for someone else to mess with. We will defend our cars with great vigor. It's no wonder that we feel so violated when someone messes with it. When the car has reached it's end, it is our decision, not someone else's to make. I have been there, and felt the anger and personal attack that comes from the theft of something personally h
personally (Oops, sorry I got long winded, here is the rest) highly valued, and can feel your loss. When someone does violate our personal space, they need to feel loss equal to ours. To loose their freedom, may come closest. You won't soon forget this, nor should the man that put you through this, soon forget the troubles that he caused. Then on top of all that, to have the authorities behave in an uncaring and callous manor is deplorable. I hear your outcry and feel your loss.
Thanks for the feedback, and to you Tom, I was long winded about the subject. the main thing that bothered me and my husband was that the last house on our country road is my aunt's house which only has women in it. We know the news that someone was lurking in the night or whenever near her home stealing must have caused her some anxiety. Her space was really more violated then our property. But our law enforcers need some more training.
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