QUICK: Free This Car
The plot thickens:
If memory serves, last time we spoke Ford was tracking the car using the Lojack-like homing device they’d installed for just such an emergency. Turns out they were tracking the wrong vehicle. The one that on the joy ride from NYC to Boston, Connecticut and beyond? That wasn’t my car at all, just another car in the program. Nope, my car wasn’t giving off a signal at all. To some, this would seem to confirm the “stolen” theory (maybe the criminals, being smart enough to steel a car has a key-less ignition, had also disabled the device). I wasn’t so sure. But where could it be? The police said they didn’t tow it; their automated number said they didn’t tow it; hell, even my frequent and frantic calls to all of the city’s tow-lots all turned up the same response… “the NYPD does not have this car.”
This weekend though was supposed to be my first “mission” day. Ford had arranged for me and a lady (probably Kristina, but I reserve the right to call an audible) to take a hot air balloon ride. Only with storms on the horizon all weekend, the company running the thing was too scared to take the skies. With nothing else to do, I decided to go Kojack on this car problem.
STEP ONE: I staked out the place where I’d last seen the car. Kristina and I found a meter-man who said that on occasion cars get towed. And sometimes, just sometimes, they wind up in the system with the wrong plate number. When that happens, you’re pretty much screwed because the city will say they don’t have the car… and because they won’t let you walk around the lots they tow them to, that’ll pretty much be the end of it. Forever.
STEP TWO: Me and lady went to the main lot our friendly ticket-writer thought it would go to. They were closed, but did my best to see what there was to see through a fense.
STEP THREE: Run. It turns out “closed” doesn’t mean “empty.” When one of the at least two guards inside made eye contact, the police were summoned.
STEP FOUR: We returned about an hour later, and this time approached the problem from a different angle. The goal was to lift the lovely Kristina high enough so that she could see over a brick wall into areas of the lot I’d missed on my first pass.
“Hand me the camera,” she said, “I think I see something.”
I gave her my camera. She took just one picture, then it was “run” all over again. They really don’t like you hanging around this place.
At first glance the picture is fairly uneventful.
But wait, what’s that? Behind the blue car, backed up against the green van…
Those pink spots, that fun profile, those sleek yet powerful lines… yup, that’s my car.
Here’s the really fun bit though, I just got off the phone with place – again – they still say they don’t have the car and that it would be impossible to see in. Weird. That’s no fun. What to do now? Any ideas?