My dad drags me out of bed this morning at 7am to show me my car. Driver's side window is smashed like bread crumbs, conv. back glass is basically sitting my back seat looking like a Checker's board, my top is ripped like Romane lettuce and my tires have a slash the length of my local 1/4 mi drag stip in all 4 of them.
First thing my dad asks me is, "you must have beat the wrong person at a stop light."
Couldn't think of anyone I raced, let anyone who could have followed me home.
So anyways, I called the sherrif's dept. and they gave me a case number but WOULDN'T come out for fingerprints. Give me a break. My car is newly waxed and not a finger print on it when I got in last night. Oh well.
So we call the claim in and they tow my darlin' off to my body shop to be stored until Monday.
I'm a friendly guy and have no enimies, that I can think of
But I think it was just a random act of violence.
The ironic thing is, my mom's $40k Volvo was right in front of me on the driveway - no harm done.
So when I get my car back, it's getting treated to a new Pioneer headunit w/ a DFS alarm for theft deterent and a nice car cover.
So anyways, how was ya'lls day?
Maybe I should also add my current 'apperance' items to my sig. What do you think, eh?
(Forgive me; I'm trying to keep from going crazy here)
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Green '94 GT conv. -- K&N filter charger, FMS 9mm wires, Accel hipo cap/rotor, 180* thermo, 14* timing, PRO 5.0, off road H-pipe in front of 2 chamber flow's, Steeda subframe connectors w/ crossbrace, stock, stock, stock, yeah and that's stock too.
My 'Stang
[This message has been edited by green94droptop (edited 07-07-2001).]