Woke up this morning to see *nothing* sitting in front of my house. A big gaping hole where my '97 Cobra was the night before.
I think someone was in my house, took the spare set of keys, and left, just as I was getting home last night. Almost had to know 'em, and they had to know my 90lb Boxer.
I'm hoping they never find it. I'm sure the Rio player isn't going to be there anymore... nor will the brandy new not a scratch on 'em Konig Villian wheels and the Nitto 555 Extremes with 5000 miles on them. Who knows how beat the car's gonna be.
*sigh*JS