Since it’s all over with now, I thought I’d tell you what happened to my car. Oh yeah! I got a car in January! It’s a ’96 Toyota Camry, it’s dark green (but likes to pretend it’s dark blue in the sunlight), and it runs like a dream. I mean, for a first car. The best part? It only cost me $700.
It’s amazing how much better life is when you’ve got your own car. I was able to go anywhere, anytime, not having to feel bad about hogging the family car every time I wanted to go hang out… I even took him to Texas and spent an extended weekend down there. Learned how to drive like a Texan! Had a blast!
One morning, I went outside to start my car so the windows and such could defrost. Ran inside to grab a few things for work. Came back outside. My car was gone. No, seriously, gone. Stolen out from right under my nose. I freaked out, ran inside to grab my mom (who was awake at the time), who had the presence of mind to call in a police report. They came and took my information. I went to work and probably cried all day; I don’t even remember.
Two days later, just as I had given up on ever seeing him again, Mom texted me at work and told me to call the police; they had found my car. Turns out, whoever had taken it had rode it around for two days and then parked it in front of what seemed to be an abandoned house outside of Tecumseh. They ripped out the ignition, stole the spare tire, tore the stereo out, and were starting to strip things out of the car when, apparently, a light came on in the house. They saw it, got spooked, and ran off. My car was reported to the Sheriff’s office and it immediately came up as my car.
It cost me loads of money to not only get it out of impound but to have it towed to my house as well; thankfully the guy with the tow truck actually lives up the street and took pity upon me and didn’t charge me full price for the towing. I was so happy to see my car back, I literally cried.
Thank goodness my dad is a mechanic; he was able to track down another Camry in a salvage yard and get another steering column. The dummies who ripped out the ignition did such a terrible job with it that the whole column had to be replaced. Just this last week, he got the last couple of things in order and — behold! — my car runs again, good as new!
So that’s my car tale… pretty traumatic, losing your first car right from under your nose, I’m not even gonna lie. But it’s awesome having him back and feeling independent again. Lesson learned — ALWAYS lock your car up, no matter where you are or what time it is.