Now that you mention it, mine got broken into twice in a week while it was parked on a housing estate in Cardiff. First time they smashed two side windows to get in, did an untidy search of my cassette collection, decided they didn't like my taste in music and left it with the doors hanging open. The local police were really helpful, saying '...what do you expect parking a nice car like that in a shittole like this' it was the finest compliment anyone ever paid it.
A few days later, after spending a small fortune having the windows replaced, I parked it nearby with the doors unlocked, the glove box open and nothing of value in the car.
Two hours later it had another broken window and someone had stolen the stick-on smiley Garfield from the back window (remember those?). The fecking half wits hadn't even tried the doors before breaking in.
I had to cut a bit of plywood to replace the smashed rear quarterlight as I couldn't source one in Cardiff, and was driving back up to Scotland (where I lived) when I got stopped for speeding by a motorcycle cop, who was also curios as to why I was driving a half-timbered Maestro.
He asked me the usual question '...do you know how fast you were going?' to which I replied 'why yes officer, according to my speedo I was going two hundred and eighty eight miles per hour' delivered with such deadpan sincerity that he let me off with a bollocking.
Those were the days, when coppers were allowed to exercise discretion...
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