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Glassy-eyed crackhead: 'Ohh. Shiny. Button. Might could trade for a tiny rock.'

heh. well, the first half is me on any given day. i'm a total magpie and will pick up things from the sidewalk just cuz they're shiny and catch my eye (junk art, anyone?). i draw the line at breaking into people's cars to support my trash habit, though.
I let it ride because just the week before, he rescued me when I was being threatened by city garbage workers. (Do not move to Washington DC unless you know who to bribe.)

the likelihood of that ever happening is less than zero, but if it does, i'll keep it in mind!

shelly (perfectly foul wench) and elliott and harriet http://home.bluemarble.net/~scouvrette
I used to do that for 18 years. I finally at least stopped leaving my keys in the ignition.

i figure it's one of the perks of living in the middle of nowhere. if i can't leave my car keys in the ignition, i'm in trouble!
Well, there is that. The old Toyota pickup I rolled in "93 fit that bill. No head liner, felt head pad hanging down and a dent on every single panel

my headliner is intact, but that's about the only thing that is. there's no dome light (previous owner's kids demolished it). the windshield wiper controller is broken off, so you have to use a pen or pencil to turn on the wipers. the previous owner's dog ate one of the seat belts and most of the rear seat upholstery (thank god for seat covers!). there is a big-assed dent in the driver's side, right behind the door (again, i didn't do it). the previous owners used it like a truck, so it has hay permanently embedded in the carpet of the hatch. when i got it (and i only paid for it, mind you), all it needed was a dashboard pantheon and a metric ass-load of bumper stickers. oh, and a name: the MoonPie of Delight.
and finding no one parked next to you for a 2 mile radius when you walked out from the store was a clue. Never bothered to lock it.

ha! i've not noticed people giving my car a wide berth, but i *do* frequently come back from consumering to find people standing behind it, reading the bumper stickers.
I figured if they were that desperate, they really needed a vehicle a lot more than I did.

exactly!

shelly (perfectly foul wench) and elliott and harriet http://home.bluemarble.net/~scouvrette
With "Go Ahead, Take ME!" written in the dust on the hatch?

heh.
The world is down one Festiva mine died last week.

oh NO! you did have a proper wake, didn't you?
Never did make it home for Thanksgiving. Got as far as Altoona, though. Rolled to a quiet demise in front of the Watts Vault and Monument Company (nice people, btw).

oh gawd. how horribly appropriate!
Transmission. More costly to fix than the book value of the vehicle. Time for a change, I guess.

maybe. i've put more money into mine than the Blue Book value, but i felt it was worth it. unless the engine or transmission goes (knock on wood) it's likely to have enough life left that i was willing to take the gamble. it's a hard call, though. one of the mitigating factors was that mine was insanely cheap, even for a Festiva ($300), so in my world that offset the repair costs a good bit.
Of course, having decided to look at the Toyota Echo as a possible replacement, I can't find any locally. Honda Civic is also in the running. And I'd like to test-drive a Neon.

don't tell the MoonPie of Delight i said this, but i'm coveting Trackers.
The good news is that my mechanic-guy is likely going to repair ole Festus and donate her to a charity or human service org. So she'll still be on the road, just under new management.

whew! that's good. the other alternative is posting to the Festiva Yahoo group. there are some serious Festy Folk there who race and off-road with them.

shelly (perfectly foul wench) and elliott and harriet http://home.bluemarble.net/~scouvrette
i've found it's easier to drive a car no one ... and to not leave anything in it anyone would covet.

When I lived in DC I drove an 8 year-old Accord and never left so much as a gum wrapper visible, having had it broken into before (and having lost all my shoes in that break-in).

My car was broken into after I'd been here about six months. They got an ashtray full of quarters and a small multi-colored rubber ball. I never replaced the ashtray, but one of my cow-orkers bought me a whole package of small rubber balls.
It was broken into again a few months later, but that time I was just annoyed it wasn't at home like it was the first time, but parked in a bad part of town. Both times it was one of the small rear windows, but the second time they managed to detach and loose the rubber gasket, which was going to cost something ridiculous like $50 to replace. I ended up driving back to where it was broken into and looking around, and found it.
Have been much more careful about where I park since then, and (knock on wood, although I don't know why I'm bothering since I don't even own a car anymore) no more breakins.
On two consecutive days, my car was broken into. The first day's haul: 37 cents and a button from the ... here before?) The second day there was nothing left to steal that wasn't a part of the car. Dumb crackheads.

Criminals are not generally in the top part of the IQ spectrum.
My next door neighbor was captain of our neighborhood watch. He pushed me into reporting the break-ins. Police sergeant, cracking up: 'Was the button insured? What was the value of the button? Did the button have a serial number?'

Oh, funny. I'm sure the comic relief was just what you needed at that time. Sheesh.

Bright eyes/burning like fire, > Kevin Michael Vail Bright eyes/how can you close and fail? > (Email Removed) How can the light that shone so brightly > . . . . . . . . . . Suddenly shine so pale?/Bright eyes > . . . . . . . . .
did you thank him kindly for the abuse you got from Officer Smartass?

I let it ride because just the week before, he rescued me when I was being threatened by city garbage workers. (Do not move to Washington DC unless you know who to bribe.)

I guess I've been living a clean life, or something, having never been threatened by garbage workers. What was up with that? (And I have no idea who to bribe, or how. I have to go with Bambi eyes and a generally innocent face.)

Bright eyes/burning like fire, > Kevin Michael Vail Bright eyes/how can you close and fail? > (Email Removed) How can the light that shone so brightly > . . . . . . . . . . Suddenly shine so pale?/Bright eyes > . . . . . . . . .
Both times it was one of the small rear windows, but
the second time they managed to detach and loose the rubber gasket, which was going to cost something ridiculous like $50 to replace. I ended up driving back to where it was broken into and looking around, and found it.

Now that's resourceful thinking.
Both of my Capitol Hill breakins (the button and change) didn't involve any smashed glass or broken parts. They pried the window glass from under the rubber gasket and bent the window out just far enough to be able to reach in and unlock the door. I mused at their inventiveness and consideration.

After the second day's breaking, I became one of those people: I put signs on the little back windows stating not only was there nothing of value inside the car, there wasn't even any change or trash.
Have been much more careful about where I park since then, and (knock on wood, although I don't know why I'm bothering since I don't even own a car anymore) no more breakins.

The breakin where I lost 40 pairs of shoes was in boring, gentrified Shirlington of all places. My button-and-some-change breakins were on Massachusetts at Lincoln Park, right in front of my house. Sometimes it doesn't matter where you park.
Criminals are not generally in the top part of the IQ spectrum.

True. Why else break in to my car on the second day, when you know you've already got the (insert Gollum voice from LOTR) precious (/Gollum) button?
Oh, funny. I'm sure the comic relief was just what you needed at that time. Sheesh.

Actually I thought it was hysterical. He claimed to be required to ask me those questions. I also laughed when all my shoes were stolen in Shirlington. (My friend with me kept repeating 'This would only happen to *you.*') The thief left a glove on my front seat, and it was right at the height of the OJ trial, so when I found the glove, I started yelling that OJ stole my shoes.
Cate
My car was broken into after I'd been here about six months. They got an ashtray full of quarters and a small multi-colored rubber ball. I never replaced the ashtray, but one of my cow-orkers bought me a whole package of small rubber balls.

Both times it was one of the small rear windows, but
the second time they managed to detach and loose the rubber gasket, which was going to cost something ridiculous like $50 to replace.

See there? That's why you should do like me and shelly and leave your car unlocked!
That way, you only have to replace the car instead of the back windows.
Terri
My car was broken into after I'd been here about ... was going to cost something ridiculous like $50 to replace.

See there? That's why you should do like me and shelly and leave your car unlocked! That way, you only have to replace the car instead of the back windows.

You know, I must be tired. That almost makes sense! :-)

Actually, when I first moved to Texas, I was driving a Honda Civic hatchback with a black interior and no air conditioning, and the temperature got up to 113. I wasn't bothering to lock it, figuring anyone who needed a car desperately enough to steal that one should have it (and I left the windows all the way down anyway). I had to leave a towel over the steering wheel during the day so that I didn't blister my hands when I went home!

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Have been much more careful about where I park since then, and (knock on wood, although I don't know why I'm bothering since I don't even own a car anymore) no more breakins.

One of the off-leash parks I go to has a history of car break ins (there's a copse of trees nearby for hiding and a hill for watching). Even though I usually drive the who'd-want-to-steal Sprint to this park, and leave nothing inside worth stealing, and leave the doors unlocked in case someone imagines that a snow brush is valuable, I still roll down the windows in case they decide to break first and try the doors second.

Matt. Rocky's a Dog.
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