by greenthumb-38 » Thu Nov 03, 2011 5:12 pm
Lately... my motivation.
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Seriously, "the best stolen story" dates back about twenty years. A parts driver never returned from a delivery run with one of our parts trucks.
The next morning, I went to his place and found his girl friend at home. She was really worried about the driver. We'll call him George. She said that George had a history of up and disappearing on her for days or weeks at a time. At first she thought I was a cop, but I told her I just wanted my parts truck back. It was a 1988 or 1989 C1500 plain jane pick-up truck.
I filed a stolen vehicle report with the local PD. Gave them all the vitals on the truck and the driver. They didn't seem worried at all.
He finally showed up about a week later, all apologetic and such. George broke down and cried and sobbed and all that. He was really good about it. He had a bizarre story about how he saw a hooker he knew while on his deliveries, and they went to her room at a sleeze-ball motel in the trashy part of town. George said he was jumped by two guys hiding inside the motel room. He said the hooker and the two guys roughed him up (he did have bruises all over his face and torso). Then they stole all the money from his deliveries and the keys to the parts truck. And they dumped him about twenty miles away. He sobbed on about how he walked the whole twenty miles back.
According to George, he then spent the next four or five days looking for the hooker, the guys, and the truck. He said he seen the guys before, but didn't know who they were. This story was getting more weird by the sentence... So, I told him that we had filed a police report and that he would have to go downtown and make a statement.
Somehow, the detective convinced Geroge to take a lie detector test and he promptly failed that test. However, there was no evidence to arrest him on grand theft auto. The detective said he knew all the girls on that bouldevard and his description matched none of them. He added that his story is so amazing, he doesn't know what is truth and what is fiction...
The detective figured that George used the cash from the parts deliveries to buy some dope, and then he likely parked the truck somewhere and doesnt remember where he left it. Mr. Detective thought that the entire ambush and hooker story was made up...
George was released by the police and I then released him from employment. The good news is that the truck was found about two weeks later. The manager of a furniture store in a nearby town called and asked why my truck was sitting in his parking lot for a few weeks (I put my business card in with the vehicle registration).
When I went to pick it up, it was in pretty bad shape... both fenders were damaged, the grille and bumper were smashed, two windows broke, and the right front tire had been severely introduced to a curb. The aroma inside the truck was beyond description, but we got our truck back...
Those were the good old days... I can't even imagine that happening today.
~gt