An Inglorious End

So we had just finished up putting away the leftovers from the "Winter...er Spring of our Discontent(tm) Garage Sale*" when the Federal Way Police called "We found your car." Actually a more accurate way of putting it would be "After 3 weeks of your car sitting in the parking lot of a boarded up casino/cardroom and us only running the license plates that were attached that came back as 'not stolen,' we finally got out of the patrol car and ran the VIN and tada! stolen car."

When we arrived the car was a mess, trash of all sorts was just strewn everywhere, there were diapers and a baby bottle in the trunk, the speakers were ripped out, the glove box was broken off, front window had a big spider's web from where they hit it with a rock, just a mess. The cop said that he had already pulled needles out of it. Engine started up fine of course...but they stripped the clutch so it wouldn't go into gear. Overall it was unsalvageable. And if they shot up meth in there then it would probably be considered hazardous.

At lunch today I drove down and signed over the title to Snhoj's Hauling or something. Sayonara Camry! I would have like to give a nice Viking funeral with a bonfire and Siegfried's Funeral March and all that (and Blood-letter would be there too!) but I would be in more trouble then whomever stole the car.


*It snowed! It snowed on the 19th and the 20th! What crap!