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Sunday, January 07, 2007

Our Car Was Stolen!

This is our new car, only ours is white.
You may or may not have read this, if not I'll summarize or tell it in my own words.

We bought a 2001 Chevy Cavalier Thursday morning from my friend Keara. We spent all day Friday getting it insured, emissions checked and attempted to get it registered, but without the title or Bill of Sale it was a no go. Before we drove home, we opted to go shopping with our Best Buy gift cards, then grab a bite to eat. We got home, grubbed on New York Sub's paninis and I took a nap. Shortly after I woke up, Jory realized the car was gone. The Car We Just Bought was GONE! The Car was Only Parked in the F'ing Lot for 3 HOURS! Unless you've had your car stolen I'm not sure I can emphasize the feeling in your gut when it seems this has happened to you. Before we called 911 to report our car stolen, Jory ran outside to see if there was a towing info sticker on the carports and luckily there was. He called and confirmed it had been towed, they open at 11 am and for a small fee of $220 cash we can bail it out.

As Jory pointed out, these were the quietest Ninja tow truck drivers on the planet. We normally hear every large truck and their beeping that drives by our apartment. We were obviously pissed, but there wasn't anything we could do until morning.

We woke up early called Diamondback Recovery, the tow truck company to tell them we didn't have a title or registration to prove the car was ours but all our paperwork including our insurance confirmation was in the glove box. She said she'd work with us because she understood our situation. We drove to far west Phoenix or Tijuana as I like to describe it and found the place. The clerk walked me back to the lot and pointed out my car and told me she'd beep me out. As I walked over to the car noticed it was parked next to a giant metal plate that was leaning up against the fence. They had parked my car right up against the fence so the bushes were swallowing my car and the trunk was covered in bird shit. I had to step on the metal plate in order to get into my car because there was only an inch between them. I pulled out slowly to make sure not to make contact with the metal plate. I stopped right outside the fence so I could yell at Jory and let him know I had the car when I noticed the drivers side rear bumper was severely scratched. I called Jory over to check out the damage and verify it wasn't like that when we bought it and he agreed it was not damaged. I walked back inside and advised the clerk that my car was scratched to all hell. She called her boss and he told her the owner would have to call us on Monday. I made her come out and look at the car to see that the damage was fresh. She refused to let me back in the lot to take pictures of the metal plate it was parked next to and tried to say it couldn't have damaged the car because the scratches were black and the plate was "green" as I described it to her. The scratches are black because it scratched the white paint OFF!

We called the cops so we could get an incident report documented in case the supposed "good guy" owner wasn't such a good guy.

We waited 2 hours for the cop to show. While we were there one of the other guys bailing his car out found that his pricey tail lights had been jacked and stock ones put in, however the stock lights were just set in, not even screwed on. AND his battery was dead and back tire was flat, NICE! What a joke of a company this DIAMONDBACK RECOVERY is.

We finally got out of there at 3 PM. We needed to meet up with Keara to get the Bill of Sale signed and make it to the MVD (DMV to everyone outside of AZ) before it closed at 5 PM. Once we arrived at the MVD we were told that the Bill of Sale would not be good enough, Keara would need to give us power of attorney of the title and request a duplicate of the title. THEN we find out Keara's credit union still has a lien on the car and she needs to request a lien release with a specific date on it, if it doesn't have that date then we are up the creek without a paddle. SERIOUSLY? We all know where this is going to go. Jory and I have the worst luck in the world. We try to stay positive but seriously I don't know how much more we can handle before one of us cracks and pulls a bell tower incident. (note: this is not a threat, just creative writing.)

So now we're waiting for the owner of Diamondback Recovery to call us Monday morning, the lien release from Keara and I'm driving the Cavalier to work with my fingers crossed.

And I have three other partially written posts I have yet to finish.

1 comment:

tom said...

when it rains it pours....

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