My car is back, and you're gonna be sorry

That is, if you're the guy that took it. ^_^

I guess the guy who took it has stolen quite a few cars recently. He switched plates around, took everything out, including the stereo, did some minor damage to my visor and the trim, and left a whole bunch of garbage inside including baseball caps and junk food. There are potato chips all over the place, and mashed tootsie rolls, sticky gum drops, a cookie... my car isn't damaged but it is trashed in the literal sense of the word.

The cop said it was the best shape he'd ever seen for a returned stolen car.

So this guy, who Detective Tom Wenzel officially described as "not a nice guy" is implicated in not only kidnapping but possibly one or more armed robberies. The kidnapping comes with attempted murder -- and they have no question who this guy is, the woman who was kidnapped was the mother of the eighteen-year old girl who is this guy's girlfriend and accomplice. They beat her mother up, tied her up with my car cables, and dumped her in a beaver swamp (they drove there in my car, with her lying on the floor in back), but she wasn't mortally injured and was able to free herself. Now I guess cops all over the state are looking for her daughter and the aforementioned not nice guy.

julesong drove me all the way up to Mount Vernon today, and we got to watch the Detective as he pulled stuff out of the car and took photos of everything. There was a lot of trash, and leaves and debris from their trip out into the woods, and extra liscense plates and frames and a pair of windshield wipers. They smoked in my car too -- a crime that can not be forgiven!

The cop was very nice. He even led us over to the civic building where I got new plates for $10.50. No sense in driving 55 miles South without plates, even IF I had all the paperwork to show to any cop that pulled me over. I called my insurance company and we checked with Saturn of Lynnwood and I'm going to drop the car off Sunday night for them to look at Monday. Mostly it just needs cleaned out, but I want the stereo and visor replaced, and I want to make sure nothing under the hood got thrashed.

They left me with 3/4 of a tank of gas. I guess that was nice of them. ^_^

Stuff that I lost includes a bunch of cds, but only one that was store-bought (greatest hits of Lynyrd Skynyrd, yay). The rest were burned mix cds. A towel, which I could care less about. A lot of paperwork and maps. Gloves. Tire pressure gauge, windshield scraper, my good jumper cables, my old baseball mit. That's the kind of stuff that vanished. Oh, and the floor mat on the driver's side.

Ah, here we go. A link to a story about this, although it doesn't say a lot: Skagit Valley Herald Story.

So here's a proverb from my recent experiences:

I was sad that I had no cd player, until I met a man that had no stereo.

In other words, driving a car with only radio and cassette is much preferred to driving a car with no stereo in it. On the way home my mind was wandering because there was nothing to listen to. It's at times like this that the stupidest songs you've ever encountered go through your mind incessantly, and since you usually only remember the chorus, that's what plays through your head over and over. In my case it was "Dead Skunk in the Middle of the Road", only for some reason the lyrics in my head were "Dead Truck in the Middle of the Road". Perhaps this is because Julie told me on the way up of how she got her current Subaru car after her truck died.

It's foggy today. Seriously foggy. It's funny how driving down familiar streets, they seems somehow narrower than normal. Fog makes the world small.