So it's 3 am.... midst hurricane... I'm in a severely white neighborhood and all of a sudden I hear my car start up and I run outside thinking it must be my buddy john being a dumbass... open and the door and it's some ****ing mexican and I was like what the **** is your problem get the **** out of my car and he jumped out and ****ing sprinted away yelling sorry before I had time to beat the sh*t out him... I'm assuming he couldn't figure out the ratchet shifter but I felt sorry for my carburetor because he just turned it on and started reving it without letting it warm up... kinda worried it's gonna run like sh*t tomorrow but *shrug*... he left, what I'm assuming was his shirt to break my windshield quietly in the car so I'm going to drop that off at the cops and see if they can't hunt down that piece of sh*t... Just saying you guys were right... Your gbody will get stolen even if you live the last place you would expect it to happen.