gunbunny
Well-Known Member
I don't know what got me to thinking about this, but I'm going to share a memory.
Maybe even confess to a crime. It's been long enough.
Shortly after I turned 16, I saved up enough money that I was able to buy a 1970 Camaro. It wasn't fancy and had a inline six w/ 3 on the tree.
It was also mine, and was my independence.
I had a job (old school Bob Evans Restaurant) and one week, I spent my entire paycheck on a stereo for the car. It was a Pioneer and was both cool as hell, and sounded great. Man I was proud of that stereo!
About a month after I bought the stereo, I came out to my car to find the car had been broken into and my stereo stolen. I was heart broken. I'd never had anything like that stolen fro me before and didn't think I was in any kind of an area where that would be an issue.
Called the police, they told me that there had been a rash of similar break in's and thefts. Other than that, good luck.
Of course I didn't have insurance to cover that, so I was screwed.
So, for the next couple of weeks, I set back some of my paycheck to buy another stereo head (they didn't take the amp or the speakers). When I get to the store, the salesman remembered me, asked what was going on, I told him what had happened.
He went and grabbed a packet of razor blades off the shelf, handed them to me and told me I needed a security system.
I was confused, what was a pack of razor blades going to do?
Then he explained that I needed to take the screws out of the stereo chassis, run the screws back thru the holes on the razor blades. I went home and did just that.
A couple of months later, I was at work and had been for a couple of hours. Suddenly a couple of kids about my age come running into the restaurant and straight to the bathroom. The one kid was bleeding badly! My manager called the ambulance and they eventually took the one kid to the ER. He'd cut himself pretty badly.
I asked the manager what happened, he said the kid said he cut himself working on his car in the lot. I went back to work and never gave it much more of a thought.
Later that night, I get off work and go to leave. I get to my car and it looks like a murder scene!
That kid was cut trying to steal my stereo.
I got some rags, and cleaned up most of the blood. I saw that there was a truck parked next to my car that I had never seen before. I wrote down the plate # and left a little love note on the windshield wipers.
Never had an issue again after that.
I sold that car a couple years later when I went into the Army. I had forgotten about the razor blades being on the stereo. I hope the new owner didn't hurt himself.
I did wonder about that kid that cut himself. My manager said that the one cut across his palm was pretty deep and some tendons were cut. I also hope that kid lost some of the use of his hand. Serves him right. Bet he never stole another car stereo again!
Maybe even confess to a crime. It's been long enough.
Shortly after I turned 16, I saved up enough money that I was able to buy a 1970 Camaro. It wasn't fancy and had a inline six w/ 3 on the tree.
It was also mine, and was my independence.
I had a job (old school Bob Evans Restaurant) and one week, I spent my entire paycheck on a stereo for the car. It was a Pioneer and was both cool as hell, and sounded great. Man I was proud of that stereo!
About a month after I bought the stereo, I came out to my car to find the car had been broken into and my stereo stolen. I was heart broken. I'd never had anything like that stolen fro me before and didn't think I was in any kind of an area where that would be an issue.
Called the police, they told me that there had been a rash of similar break in's and thefts. Other than that, good luck.
Of course I didn't have insurance to cover that, so I was screwed.
So, for the next couple of weeks, I set back some of my paycheck to buy another stereo head (they didn't take the amp or the speakers). When I get to the store, the salesman remembered me, asked what was going on, I told him what had happened.
He went and grabbed a packet of razor blades off the shelf, handed them to me and told me I needed a security system.
I was confused, what was a pack of razor blades going to do?
Then he explained that I needed to take the screws out of the stereo chassis, run the screws back thru the holes on the razor blades. I went home and did just that.
A couple of months later, I was at work and had been for a couple of hours. Suddenly a couple of kids about my age come running into the restaurant and straight to the bathroom. The one kid was bleeding badly! My manager called the ambulance and they eventually took the one kid to the ER. He'd cut himself pretty badly.
I asked the manager what happened, he said the kid said he cut himself working on his car in the lot. I went back to work and never gave it much more of a thought.
Later that night, I get off work and go to leave. I get to my car and it looks like a murder scene!
That kid was cut trying to steal my stereo.
I got some rags, and cleaned up most of the blood. I saw that there was a truck parked next to my car that I had never seen before. I wrote down the plate # and left a little love note on the windshield wipers.
Never had an issue again after that.
I sold that car a couple years later when I went into the Army. I had forgotten about the razor blades being on the stereo. I hope the new owner didn't hurt himself.
I did wonder about that kid that cut himself. My manager said that the one cut across his palm was pretty deep and some tendons were cut. I also hope that kid lost some of the use of his hand. Serves him right. Bet he never stole another car stereo again!
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