Two days ago I was just about to go to sleep when I noticed a car parked at the end of my Driveway with its parking lights on. Since I live on a dead end road and it was after midnight, I knew right away this might be a chance to play a friendly game of baseball. As I watched the car, its lights went off and the door opened. There were three or four young guys in the car in gang-style clothes, and the driver stepped out towards my sister's RS. I ran quickly and woke her up and told her to dial 911 if I opened the front door to go out. When I returned to the window they were all back in the car- (I think they saw the blinds move when I ran out of the room). After sitting there for a while they began fumbling around for their "toys" but suddenly left. I ran to my 92Z, fired it up, and went off to show them why chevy rules. Soon I was on thier tail and got the tag. I had to return, the gas was flirting with E. After sitting on hold with the police for a good seven minutes, I finally got through and a cop was at my door shortly. I told him my story and he ran the tag and went off to check for the car and driver at the listed residence. At 3:00AM I got a call from him. It turns out a 15 year old with a lenghty criminal history, including burgalaries was out in his moms car. The Mom was fed up with his junk, had the cop list the car as stolen, and sent his butt to juvi.

 

ahhhh hahaha

clever title took me till the end of the story to understand