Welp ... That Didn’t Last Long
So after finally getting everything lined out at the dealership concerning warranty. I became the owner of a Challenger HCWB.
My original plan of driving to Houston to visit, before heading home to Amarillo went awry based on weather forecasted for the Houston area.
Not wanting to let the PTO time go to waste nor wanting to return to the office early, I decided to drive to Chicago (born and raised the first 18 years of my life) and visit with family - most importantly my 96 year old Granny.
Pretty uneventful trip - just the way I like a road trip to be. Upon arrival, my older brother (a Cook County Sheriff Deputy) ask “what happened to the Z06?” Followed by “why the fork did you drive that here ⁉️“ As we proceed to discuss things he states, in his 30 year cop - concerned BIG Brother tone - that I needed to be very careful while out in that car.
I tell him “I’ve come up in far more expensive cars and never had an issue” He then tells me about the hooplah the HC has created within all the ghetto low lives and that he just didn’t feel comfortable with me out as things had changed for the worst (in all honesty - Chicago’s SouthSide ain’t NEVER been for the good). I agree to keep my head on a swivel, we go over some other things and he seems okay. Day 1
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I’m out and about and needed to grab some things and stop by an AutoZone. When I tell you the damn “Natives were restless” at the sight of the car. I have never gotten the accolades/attention from a car in my life - and I’ve owned close to 70 over the years. It made me a bit uncomfortable, to be honest. Day 2
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My Brother calls me early Friday morning and says “hey take my SUV when/if you go out around the city. It’s rainy out so no need to drive your car and plus the truck needs to be driven as I have been letting it sit for far too long.” No problem I say and he sounds relieved. I grab a few items out the car, leave the car out front and continue on. Day 3
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The next day it’s still a bit overcast out but is supposedly going to clear up later so I planned to drive the HC later in the evening. Plans got a not awry and I end up gone the entire day in the SUV that my Brother insist I drive. The car is still out front of the house - no big deal.
My Brother does ask “Hey, are you going to put your car in the back?” I tell him it’s difficult egress/regress but maybe I’ll do it later. I don’t, I fall asleep without thinking about it. Day 4
Morning comes and my phone rings - it’s my Aunt and she ask “where’d you park your car?”
I tell her I left it out front. She says “There’s nothing there but broken glass!”
I proceed to get out of bed and walk to the front and look out the windows ...
I’ll be Hot MOTHERFORKIN DAMN - these raggedy, broke, decrepit, waste of flesh feral savages have STOLEN MY BRAND NEW DAMN CAR!
I had the car 4 fuckin’ days! FOUR!
My Brother said be happy they stole instead of trying to CarJack me for it. One of his FireFighter buddies, whom just retired, was murdered for his TrackHawk, middle of the afternoon, at a popcorn shop!
I swear I fuckin’ hate these NICCAS! I’m a Black Man from these streets and so NO ONE can tell me anything about them. No excuses about the white man and that BS! I’m a Degreed Engineer - I had it hard BUT ... it didn’t turn me to a life of excuses and crime! It simply made me want to work HARDER to get the fork away from this sh!t!
I swear I hate broke, scheming/conniving deceitful, NICCAS! FUXK those who disagree!