Three months after it was stolen, the cops found our car. And apart from the minor, expected damage — broken door lock and ignition — it’s actually in decent shape. Even still has the radio, probably because the twelve year old factory installed model wasn’t worth the trouble of ripping out.
They notify you by mail, and the letter arrived on Saturday, informing us that we had ten days to claim the vehicle or it would be auctioned off. I spent the weekend envisioning one of those doorless, burned out hulks you see set up on cinder blocks in dodgy neighborhoods.
Heck, if you want to look at it on the bright side — and am I not known for my sunny optimism? — I didn’t have to deal with digging it out of the snow over the last couple of months.