Scirocco Break In

["Scirocco 16v" <scirocco16v32@hotmail.com>]

Hi Gang,

Actually, the break in occured a few weeks ago, but I thought I'd share and 
maybe prevent it from happening to anyone else.

It was a bright and sunny day [isn't it always in Los Angeles? :)] around 
noon when I went over to a friend's house in Inglewood to fix her computer.  
I was at her third-story apartment residence for about two hours, when on 
the second hour, sometihng (the Scirocco gods no doubt) told me to turn 
around and look out her window.  Below, I spotted what I thought was a 
fellow Scirocco enthusiast pacing back and forth on the sidewalk beside my 
car.  Heck, I'd just had her waxed to make her shiny new paint look nice :) 
so I didn't think much of it.  A smile started to spread across my mug when 
all of a sudden it turned to pure rage as I uttered really bad words (and 
they were, too) to the plate glass window and three stories separating me 
and the f*ckin' idiot breaking into my car.

Before I knew what happened, the *sswhipe pushed down on my hood several 
times (checking for an alarm, no doubt), then lifted up his shirt and 
produced a long, metallic object which he used to jimmy open my passenger 
car door.  Since I had my sun visor up, he probably thought no one would 
notice someone was in the car.

In any case, I wheeled around (mind you, this entire scene happened in a 
span of about 10 seconds {break in was 3 seconds, tops}), ran out the door, 
jumped stairs at a time down the three flights, and sped out the lobby doors 
in a rage I'd say rivals one of my PMS moments.  I ran in a low crouch up to 
my car, oblivious that this idiot might have a weapon, eased up on my car, 
and slammed the door on his leg.  He pushed the car door open and sprung out 
like a snake bit him at which point his forehead encountered a left hand 
full of bony knuckles.  You know what?  It bloody well hurt! But I didn't 
care.  He ran off and there I was chasing this guy I'll describe as 5'8, 170 
lbs, close shaved head with a tatoo on his neck, wearing a white t-shirt, 
and tan khaki pants cut off at the knee, with some Chucks (Converse black 
high-tops) on.

I had ankle socks on without shoes (I'm always in the habit of removing my 
shoes when I enter a person's abode) so my grip on the cement was 
neglibible, but I could hear the bastard breathing so I kept running after 
him.  He rounded the corner and ran past a video shoot (folks just stood 
there looking at us), then right out into traffic and was gone.  Yep, I 
wasn't following him into traffic.  Sorry.  Anyway, about a minute after 
that happened, a cop (son-of-a-b*tch!) comes rounding the corner cruising in 
the patrol car.  I wave him down and tell him the story with some input from 
the video shoot bystanders, then he turned his car around and goes in the 
direction the guy ran off in. I really didn't expect the cop to catch 
him...he was kicking up some dirt when he was running and was probably half 
way to Santa Barbara by then.

I returned to my car and by then, my friend was already down the stairs and 
watching my poor baby.  Well, no damage really.  The idiot dropped what he'd 
been working diligently on removing, the face-plate of my car stereo.  He 
never got the chance to extract the rest.  In short, I should really get an 
alarm for the car.  I've never needed one for the 14 plus years I've owned 
her.

After the little incident, a couple of guys (totally unrelated to anything 
criminal) have approached me and were kind of (nicely) aggressive in asking 
if I would sell her to them.  On yet another occasion, my two dogs were 
barking so bad, I woke up late one night to find a suspicious looking 
vehicle parked right behind my car (tons of parking spots all over the 
place, but their car was like an inch from mine).  I turned on the porch 
light and the car backed away and sped off.  I'm afraid I'm going to come 
out in the morning someday and she'll be gone.  An alarm is definitely in 
order this Christmas.

I was lulled into a false sense of security on the day of the break-in 
because it was broad daylight and even though I religiously take my stereo 
faceplate off when I exit the vehicle, I didn't do it on that day.  I 
further had the sun visor up so had I not looked out the window when I did, 
I probably wouldn't have noticed anyone jacking my car.  It only took a 
couple seconds for that guy to get in the car but it took me a week to get 
his stench out.  He really should wash his *ss before he tries to rob cars.

It's a bad world out there and if I ever see that guy again, I'm going to 
dot his eye.

Wellppp, off to work!


Steph :)

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