Someone Stole My Car

without Prejudice

Well there are bad days and there are bad days. " Into each life some rain must fall and all that."

My Beautiful Lola, a 1989 Skyline.

Someone has stolen my car from out the front of our house. 

I first coveted her when Zachary, my grandson bought her home. Being a first car for him he spent $5,000 on doing the car up. Stainless steel radiator, and all. He worked so hard to do her up. He works at Gathercoles in Carrum Downs and took on extra hours to spend money on her. I would drive him to work in the bitter winter at 5.30am as he had bought her before he had a licence. The more I drove her, the more I wanted her.

My old Red Corolla didn't come with air conditioning and his air conditioner was fantastic. I recall one day driving him home through heavy traffic, both of us as cool as cucumbers as his very loud stereo echoed around our heads, the CD aptly titled FRESH. 

He gave me first offer on her ( when as a lot of young boys do), he decided he needed a Commodore. On Gas. Smart boy. I bought her and he let me pay her off over a few weeks and trust me on this, when you owe money to Zach, he will haunt you for life. Never, ever owe him money. His second name should be Shylock. But he needed his money to get the prized Commodore.

The day he finally handed me the keys I was ecstatic. I had stayed home, saved and saved out of my tiny Widows Pension and finally paid him off. I was so proud. She was exactly what I wanted a four door sedan, with a great stereo and Air Conditioning. Straight panels, no bog, no scratches, original, through and through. I love a Retro Car. And Retro House and Retro Fashion. I love Retro, especially the thirties, forties, fifties, sixties and seventies. 

So I worshipped her, paid homage to her old graceful beauty, turned up the stereo and blasted the cool frigid air and thought I was a Queen Of The Road.

And last Monday night some one stole her.

 Pete, my daughters Fella went out to Hungry Jacks to get takeaway and was back in half an hour and ran inside asking my daughter if I had gone out. The car was gone. They both knew I rarely go out after dark. My unit was in darkness but Yvette, my daughter woke me up, hammering on the door
with one hand while she dialled the Police with the other.

I am usually a night owl but Monday night I had gone to bed early. I thought she said someone had stolen her card. I ran to the house from my unit and she was hysterical. The car was gone, deep tracks down the nature strip. I knew I had put the ignition lock on that locks up the wheels. So in half an hour someone had broken into it, broken the ignition lock and hot wired it ? Pushing it to the next cross street so we wouldn't hear it start up.

And they must have been watching the house for it to be gone once Peter's car left the house. Creepy. 

I am devastated. There was a baby seat sitting in the back seat. Designer clothes for EBay in the boot. I feel sick, violated, knowing there are people in the world that would do that to another human being. And realising they had to have been watching the house for hours until Pete went out. His car was newer, a four wheel drive. They didn't take that. 

I want to move. 

Earlier this year someone took the dead radio face and a broken mobile from the Corolla. And cut logs from the garden ? Great big hefty cut logs. Is it where I live ? The man next door was broken into while his girlfriend was home and a neighbour chased the burglar off. I am just sick to the stomach and heartbroken, my Skyline is not coming back. All that hard work for nothing. Hope their chooks turn into Emu's and kick their outhouse down. 

Some freaking junkie on " ice ". I am all for rehabilitation of drug addicts.