Smash!
My husband’s car was broken into yesterday between the hours of 9am and 4:30pm (probably closer to 4:30) at the Tyvola Light Rail station in Charlotte. It was one of four or five to get hit, all parked close to one another. My husband’s car was parked directly beneath a video camera monitoring the lot.
Fortunately there was nothing much inside, which would have been easy to see had the thief actually looked in the window before smashing it. The fm transmitter faceplate was taken off of the stereo, but it’s not particularly valuable. A police report has been filed. The police officer with whom my husband spoke was not optimistic about catching the person who did it.
You can see some glass still lodged in the windowframe, and some bits scattered on the door. At the time this picture was taken, it had already been cleaned up some so he could drive it home. We have spoken with our insurance company, and through them have found someone who will come out and replace the glass here at our home, tomorrow morning.
My husband rides light rail daily. It’s easy, convenient, green, and cheap – although less so when one factors in the cost of a new window and inconvenience of getting quotes and waiting for repair. While I have heard from him that window smashes have been a problem at some stations, I didn’t think that his 12 year old car that has seen better days would be a target, especially with no valuables visible inside. I guess desperate people do desperate things. My husband is usually the pessimist of our pair, but this time he came up with the optimism: “At least they didn’t cut the convertible top!”
Good point. We’ll stick with that as our high note.
Oh no! I’m so sorry, but I’m glad things were pretty minor, all things considered.
Oh no! I’m so sorry, but I’m glad things were pretty minor, all things considered.
My hubby’s car window was smashed at one of the local metro stations. Unfortunately, the culprit clearly missed the window on the first swing and dented the frame, so we had have that fixed in addition to the window. The only things stolen? A $2 cable and a handful of change.
My hubby’s car window was smashed at one of the local metro stations. Unfortunately, the culprit clearly missed the window on the first swing and dented the frame, so we had have that fixed in addition to the window. The only things stolen? A $2 cable and a handful of change.
When I lived in Phoenix in the late 90’s, my car was broken into via a “smash and grab”, too. They stole a recorded cassette tape, about 2 dollars worth of change, and the box-cutter I used at work. My car was a 4-door 1980 Datsun 210 (not even the B210), there was no radio – just a gaping hole in the dash, and the doors weren’t locked.
I think I lost a large chunk of faith in humanity’s ability to survive that day.
When I lived in Phoenix in the late 90’s, my car was broken into via a “smash and grab”, too. They stole a recorded cassette tape, about 2 dollars worth of change, and the box-cutter I used at work. My car was a 4-door 1980 Datsun 210 (not even the B210), there was no radio – just a gaping hole in the dash, and the doors weren’t locked.
I think I lost a large chunk of faith in humanity’s ability to survive that day.
On a total unrelated note, my first car was a 197(something … ’76? ’79? Gah, now I can’t remember!) Datsun B210 hatchback with 90,000 original miles on it. A classic it was not. Classicly filthy, perhaps…
On a total unrelated note, my first car was a 197(something … ’76? ’79? Gah, now I can’t remember!) Datsun B210 hatchback with 90,000 original miles on it. A classic it was not. Classicly filthy, perhaps…