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Mon Aug 02, 2004 4:00 pm
I might have the mother of all keying incidents for you....
This is hard to talk about because it still brings up mountains of anger inside me...
In late 99 I bought a brand new Absolute Red 2000 Celica GT-S 6 speed...in fact I was the 21'st owner in the states (according to build numbers slated for US, I really have no idea if that is true or not)
Anyway, about 3 days after taking ownership of this car, I went to a friend's party and parked the car front and center, so I could check on it occasionally.
Well, the party kept rolling around, and I drank a little and whatnot...but not stone drunk, but I would say somewhere in the middle of pass-out and buzz. In a slight daze, I remember someone bursting into the house, yelling at the top of their voice, asking if someone here owns a weird looking bright red toyota. I of course replied that it is my new Celica, you know, the one that just came out and they were showing commercials for it all the time on TV...the guy broke into my sentence and told me my car had been vandalized badly. He dragged me outside, and I saw the horror!:
The entire car was coated in what smelled like beer or something of that nature (I found out later it was anti-freeze.) The hood was the first thing I noticed, as it had a spelling of "WOW" scribed into the entire thing, ...in what looked like more then a key, perhaps a knife or something else sharp. I muttered something about 1st degree murder, then I continued to look around the car, expecting total destruction. The hood, roof, fenders (all of them), doors, trunk, spoiler, bumpers,...gee did I mention the wheels!?...everything was keyed or knifed or whatever, the markings looked like the bastard took their sweet time...
Ok...that was not fun to type out, ..but you get the point. The car was ruined. It was so bad in fact, that when I went to the police (who promptly found out that there were no prints on the car on account of the anti-freeze...lovely), the cops were like "okay, so who's friend did you screw." I actually hadn't, so I just told them the accounts of the night (I left out the part about me grabbing the largest kitchen knife in the place and walking about in a crazed pattern asking people whothef---doneit.)
The car was never the same, even after several repaints and lots of time and money spent. Eventually, I sold the car for thousands less then I should have to someone who didn't care that under the new paint the scratches still were visible.
So, thats my story, sucks don't it?
