stop! thief!
yesterday was a bad day. as you might know, my 1987 Porsche 911 is for sale. two people came to look at the car yesterday. i washed the car after the rain but before anyone came to see the car.the first guy, Troy, came from Riverside where he works. he lives in Hunter's Ridge in north Fontana. I started up the car for him and he just looked from a distance and never touched the car. he's owned several Porsche's before, so he knew what to look for. he said he had to sell his Harley motorcycle first, but that he might be calling me. his visit was 10 minutes long, tops.
the second guy, "Ken," came from Redondo Beach. he wanted to see how the top worked (it's removable). i took it off, and then put it in the trunk, which is in the front of this car. we went for a test drive. i drove, he was the passenger. he didn't want to drive it - he wanted to feel the car i guess. he made me an offer and i accepted it. he asked where the nearest Bank of America is so that he could go get a deposit and bring the rest of the money to me the next day.
i drove the car back to my house and he said he wanted to walk around the car and check it out. i had mentioned earlier that i have all of the service records for the car, and he asked me if he could see them. service records are very valuable for this car - they tell a complete history over the past three owners.
i went inside to get them off the counter. i went back outside and "Ken" was gone. his mazda B2000 white extra cab pickup truck was gone too. and my targa top from my car was gone as well. i shut the trunk and took off looking for him.
my heart was pounding thinking this didn't just happen. he went to the bank to get the deposit right? this couldn't have happened right? i drove down the 210 westbound and it was packed. there was no way i was going to find him.
i went home and told Rita what happened. we were in shock.
we immediately called the police to make a report. an officer showed up in about 10 minutes. i told him what happened and he got his kit out to take fingerprints. then he got a call and had to go help a lady that was having a heart attack.
we called dispatch again and they sent another officer out. i drove the car to my mother-in-laws house so i could put it in a the garage for a while. it looked like it was going to rain some more. when i got there, i called rita to see where the officer was. she had just gotten to my house - dispatch didn't tell her the new address. so Rita told her, and then she left to meet me. after about 30 minutes, Rita showed up and said the officer had pulled someone over on her way down. she had cones set out and everything.
20 more minutes went by and she finally showed up. she then fingerprinted the car - and did a horrible job doing it. she got her little duster out and the black fingerprint dust. she dusted the car in a few parts where it was obvious there were prints - we just don't know if they were mine or his. she then lays tape down on them and peels it off and sticks it onto cards. the thing is that when she did the tape she kept accidentally sticking it to the car and peeling it off and then re-sticking it. it was a mess. i think nothing will come from the fingerprints they took. and even if they do, what are the chances this guy's prints are on file? highly unlikely.
i looked online at a porsche parts company. they have a targa top for an '87 porsche 911 listed for $13,595.95. i only had the car listed for $16,500. what a scam.
so we have a call out to the insurance company and the detectives. what a day.
more pictures to follow.
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