So, It's 8:55 am and i am running a little late. I gather up all my stuff and head out the front door. I make it about 10 feet from the door and come to a dead stop.
"where's my car?"
"####"
Someone decided to steel my car last night. She was a beautiful white 92. She had just turned over 200,000 miles and was still running strong. I was in the process of working out an AWD issue, but other than that she was perfect. Who know what she will look like when i get her back, if i get her back, but i hope they fix the AWD.
wishful thinking.