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AS CLOSE AS IT COMES
Shelby American
Issue 47
Page 31
I worked all day Saturday getting my ‘67 Tiger prepared for Sunday’s meet. The car had just undergone an extensive restoration: the paint was fresh, the interior was newly stitched and the mags were polished. It was ready.
Sunday morning’s dawn never quite materialized. A front had moved in through the night and a misty rain greeted me as I lifted the blinds. It was 6:30 a.m. At first, I wasn’t quite sure what my brain was trying to tell me. The Tiger wasn’t where my eyes expected it to be. It must be somewhere else on the street. But no, I parked it right there. Right there where that empty space is now. It’s gone. It’s really gone!
I felt myself becoming very hot. I grabbed a pair of shorts and half-ran, half-stumbled down the stairs to the living room. I looked out the front door and the car was nowhere to be seen. “This can’t be real.” My brain moved into high gear but my body went into slow motion. Total confusion reigned. I went to the kitchen and dialed “911”.
“What is your emergency?” came the voice, in total control. “My car’s been stolen!” was my reply, out of control. The officer on the other end of the phone began a series of standard questions. Midway through them, my brain began to send new signals.
“Hear that?” it seemed to be asking.
“Hear THAT?”
“Wait! What?” I began thinking. It was a familiar sound.
“That’s my Tiger!”
I dropped the phone in mid-sentence and headed for the door. Once outside, I looked to the left. At the bottom of the hill, off in the distance was my light blue Tiger. It was running. And someone was in it!
I sprinted back into the house and grabbed the keys to my other car and was back outside just as the Tiger was turning left and starting up the avenue. I followed. Down the hill, left on the avenue, over the rise and there it was, off in the distance, but still in sight. The puffs of smoke from both exhausts told me it was cold. Maybe, just maybe, I could catch them.
The Tiger turned right at the next major intersection and suddenly I was sliding through it, too! Now I was right beside it. There were two men in it and both had on olive drab army field jackets and woolen caps. I positioned myself between the Tiger and the next beltway entrance; they weren’t going to get on that big piece of asphalt and outrun me. I was on their right. The guy in the passenger’s seat turned to look at me and total surprise covered his face. I was now within inches of him, my window down and my outstretched arm pointing at his face. What followed was a frantic exchange that now seems almost comical.
“What? What!!?”
“That’s my car!”
“What?”
“Get out of my car or I’ll kill you!”
“What do you want us to do?”
“Pull it over and I won’t hurt you! If you don’t, I’m gonna KILL you right here and now!”
“Okay, okay”.
The Tiger began inching over in front of me. I watched as the passenger jumped out. He started across the road, moving quickly. The Tiger, however, continued on. It started up the next hill but began to slow. Now the driver jumped out. He too began running across the street. I followed the car. As it reached the top of the hill, it slowly stopped and started to roll back, ever so slowly, towards me. I pulled up the emergency brake in the car I as driving, accidently killing the engine. I leaped out and ran for the Tiger. I got to the fender. I got to the door. I opened the door and got to the emergency brake. And I had my car.
I cursed the two running fugitives as I stood there shaking, cold, wet, and barefooted. There would be no catching them. I got into the Tiger and swung it around and started up the avenue. As I did, a blue and gray police cruiser pulled in behind me.
The police never caught the thieves despite an extensive search of the area. The entire episode took less than ten minutes but the memory will be with me forever. I still marvel at just how close I came to losing that car!
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I felt myself becoming very hot. I grabbed a pair of shorts and half-ran, half-stumbled down the stairs to the living room. I looked out the front door and the car was nowhere to be seen. “This can’t be real.” My brain moved into high gear but my body went into slow motion. Total confusion reigned. I went to the kitchen and dialed “911”.
“What is your emergency?” came the voice, in total control. “My car’s been stolen!” was my reply, out of control. The officer on the other end of the phone began a series of standard questions. Midway through them, my brain began to send new signals.
“Hear that?” it seemed to be asking.
“Hear THAT?”
“Wait! What?” I began thinking. It was a familiar sound.
“That’s my Tiger!”
I dropped the phone in mid-sentence and headed for the door. Once outside, I looked to the left. At the bottom of the hill, off in the distance was my light blue Tiger. It was running. And someone was in it!
I sprinted back into the house and grabbed the keys to my other car and was back outside just as the Tiger was turning left and starting up the avenue. I followed. Down the hill, left on the avenue, over the rise and there it was, off in the distance, but still in sight. The puffs of smoke from both exhausts told me it was cold. Maybe, just maybe, I could catch them.
The Tiger turned right at the next major intersection and suddenly I was sliding through it, too! Now I was right beside it. There were two men in it and both had on olive drab army field jackets and woolen caps. I positioned myself between the Tiger and the next beltway entrance; they weren’t going to get on that big piece of asphalt and outrun me. I was on their right. The guy in the passenger’s seat turned to look at me and total surprise covered his face. I was now within inches of him, my window down and my outstretched arm pointing at his face. What followed was a frantic exchange that now seems almost comical.
“What? What!!?”
“That’s my car!”
“What?”
“Get out of my car or I’ll kill you!”
“What do you want us to do?”
“Pull it over and I won’t hurt you! If you don’t, I’m gonna KILL you right here and now!”
“Okay, okay”.
The Tiger began inching over in front of me. I watched as the passenger jumped out. He started across the road, moving quickly. The Tiger, however, continued on. It started up the next hill but began to slow. Now the driver jumped out. He too began running across the street. I followed the car. As it reached the top of the hill, it slowly stopped and started to roll back, ever so slowly, towards me. I pulled up the emergency brake in the car I as driving, accidently killing the engine. I leaped out and ran for the Tiger. I got to the fender. I got to the door. I opened the door and got to the emergency brake. And I had my car.
I cursed the two running fugitives as I stood there shaking, cold, wet, and barefooted. There would be no catching them. I got into the Tiger and swung it around and started up the avenue. As I did, a blue and gray police cruiser pulled in behind me.
The police never caught the thieves despite an extensive search of the area. The entire episode took less than ten minutes but the memory will be with me forever. I still marvel at just how close I came to losing that car!
NOTICE: All articles and photographs appearing in the Mighty Quick Productions page are copyrighted and may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the expressed written permission of the owner of this website.
