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I have no faith in humanity as a whole anymore. - Paint It Black
Living the American dream one heartbreaking piece at a time
I have no faith in humanity as a whole anymore.
Some rank bastard stole the spare tire from my Expedition. I wish I was making this shit up, but I'm not. Some spineless little piece of maggot excretement actually went through the trouble of lowering the spare, crawling under, unhooking it and rolling it away. What really makes me fume over this latest development is that it is only one installment in what has become a long trend of vandalism involving my vehicles, with said trend dating back to 1995. For those of you who don't know the story already, let me set the stage for you: The year is 1995, and at the time I lived with my parents in Minnesota (I was a senior in high-school). I was working for a hunting-fishing-camping supply store called Holiday Sports, and my means of conveyance was a 1984 Ford F-250 with a body that was little more than some bits of rust held together with willpower. As an added bonus there were corroded, unfired 12-gauge shotgun shells rolling freely about in the back of the cab (You think I'm joking? Ask chebutykin about how I nearly shot myself in the leg one time by slamming the door on a primer cap). One night after work I came out to find that one of the gas tank flaps (the truck was a dual-tank setup) was open. I had to dig around a bit in the cab, but eventually I was able to produce my flashlight. Imagine my surprise when I shone the light into the tankwell and saw the gas cap was missing. That was it. There was no sugar around the rim to indicate an attempt to ruin my engine, no note explaining what the hell they were thinking... apparently somebody just up and stole my gas cap. I drove across the parking lot to the gas station, walked in and bought a replacement for $3. Apparently the person who stole my gas cap couldn't be troubled to do that.

This brings us to the second act in this miserable play: It's now the summer of 1996. In the spring I had purchased my new truck, a 1992 Ford F-150. I still worked for Holiday Sports, spending every waking minute of my life after graduation from the public education system working to earn money so as to finance my upcoming relocation to Illinois in November. I came out of the store after a particularly brutal 16 hour shift and was unpleasantly welcomed by the sight of a thousand glinting stars all around my pickup. This struck me as unusual because when I had arrived in the morning there was no shattered glass in my parking space. Upon closer inspection I found that some brain surgeons from PETA thought I would be more sympathetic to their cause if they smashed all my windows and left stickers on the fenders saying I was a merciless killer who derived pleasure in the suffering of innocent animals.

After I moved out to Illinois my F-150 was vandalized a few more times. In 1997 I left the truck parked at the office overnight because I was too drunk to drive, and I walked home (I lived a mile down the street at that time). For reasons that are beyond me that night somebody thought it would be fun to go over to the wrecking yard near the campus (meaning they had to go almost a quarter mile out of their way) to get a huge stone from the ditch. Then they came back to the campus lot and threw the rock through the passenger side door window. This was done for no reason that I can determine other than to hear the magical sound of glass breaking (it occurs to me in restrospect that this may have been an act of revenge by one of the students I bounced from the school for violating our Acceptable Use Policy). Of course the insult to the injury is that when the airborne stone made its way into the cab it happened to glance off the faceplate of my Alpine head unit, shattering the LCD the same way the window had been busted to hell. This befuddled me, but it wasn't nearly as insulting as what was to come a year or two later. After I moved into my new apartment I discovered that a favorite game of the resident ghetto super-stars was to use the bed of the pickup as a place to dump the bags of their trash, since walking the added thirty feet to the dumpster was clearly too much effort.

And now my spare tire and rim have been stolen quite literally right out from under me. Will wonders never cease? What next, somebody steals a tail lense? Borrows a foglamp cover? Shit, at least a chop-shop has the guts to steal the whole thing in one fell swoop rather than teasing you by lifting random bits and pieces.

Naturally my parents suggested I turn it in to the insurance. Yeah, that's a reasonable idea. It amazes me that the knee-jerk reaction to everything is "let the insurance handle it." Okay, so what would happen if I were to do such a thing? Aside from having my premiums go up I would incur a $150 deductable on a $220 bill for a new wheel and rim. If I'm going to eat $150 of $210 why don't I just swallow the remaining sixty dollars and spare myself the pain of a rate increase that could potentially cost me hundreds if not thousands of dollars over the coming years?

I cannot believe that I have to add "order a new spare rim and tire" to the list of things I'm already staggering under. MORE STRESS PLZ K THX.

You never see us 'cause we don't come around

Current Mood: furious
Current Music: Third Eye Blind -- Good For You

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mindslide From: mindslide Date: November 12th, 2003 11:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
I had fun reading this. :D
captain18 From: captain18 Date: November 13th, 2003 05:03 am (UTC) (Link)
The sad thing is, it was probably stolen by some asshat crackhead looking to finance his habit.

I mean, at least if someone walked off with it because they needed a spare to get their pregnant wife to the hospital, it would have been out of necessity rather than sheer disregard for property.

Of course, why someone felt the need to walk off with a CD wallet full of CDRs from my car I don't quite understand either, unless they were a Country fan and didn't have Kazaa. :oP
roho From: roho Date: November 13th, 2003 05:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Might be too cold for this now, but...

Go out to the Tower parking lot. Change your oil. Rotate your tires. De-grease your engine block. Replace your brake pads. You get the idea. Eventually, one of the slack-jawed minimum-wage desk monkeys they have dutifully enforcing the sign-in book and parking rules will come by, and tell you that you're not allowed to do that in the parking lot.

"Really? Gee, I thought for sure that policy had changed, since you guys apparently had no problem with some guy out here wrenching on my car, removing the tire, and rolling it out of the parking lot."

Probably too much work for a minimal cathartic payoff, but I mean really...all the effort they put into the 'looks-good-but-accomplishes-nothing' security measures, you'd think they could maybe actually do something useful when push comes to shove.
daf666 From: daf666 Date: November 13th, 2003 07:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Meh. I'm no stranger to the feeling. There's a lot of people out there who don't care about anybody but themselves. But there's more people who are generous and thoughtful. The problem is that you don't hear about them, since nobody tends to go on about how nice somebody was to them.

Case in point: My car has had the door smashed, both mirrors taken off and been walked over in the last year. Still, I tend to believe what I said...

And BTW, my avatar looks better. :P
varro From: varro Date: November 13th, 2003 09:13 am (UTC) (Link)
WTF is it that attracts crap-for-craps to your truck?

Especially the PETA people.....it's hella stupid for someone to do that to someone who 1.) could be armed; 2.) has the body that MEAT builds, which is not all limp and stringly like a vegan's.
ronbar From: ronbar Date: November 15th, 2003 05:42 am (UTC) (Link)
Maybe PETA stands for People Envious of Tantalizing Automobiles.
tarinfirepelt From: tarinfirepelt Date: November 16th, 2003 07:34 am (UTC) (Link)


But Feren. I thought with all th' akins stuff ya were tryin' t' get rid of the spare tire! =)P

Grins and used the sputering to hide the tire behind him as he rolls it to cover. Need to sell it to afford his Starbucks Habit! =) ;) Caffeine!
feren From: feren Date: November 16th, 2003 08:47 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Confuzzled

[with all th' atkins stuff you were trying to get rid of the spare tire]

Hardee har har.
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