Before I was born, my family had this old, beat-up truck. It had multiple things wrong with it, and was basically a collection of scrap metal and junk on wheels. Anyway, one day my mom and brother went somewhere, and left the truck in the nearby church parking lot. When they came back, the truck was gone. Someone had taken it.
Mom found the whole thing so absurdly hilarious, she couldn't stop laughing when reporting the stolen vehicle to the police. "They couldn't get very far with it. You have to refill the radiator on a regular basis." Sure enough, it was found abandoned not far from where it was taken. By then it had been stripped, so that was the end of the truck.
Also, the new tags for the truck came in soon afterwards.
Mom found the whole thing so absurdly hilarious, she couldn't stop laughing when reporting the stolen vehicle to the police. "They couldn't get very far with it. You have to refill the radiator on a regular basis." Sure enough, it was found abandoned not far from where it was taken. By then it had been stripped, so that was the end of the truck.
Also, the new tags for the truck came in soon afterwards.
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