Alaska Man "Accidentally" Steals Car

[The Dean]

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/bizarre/6097975.html

 

 

FAIRBANKS, Alaska — A motorist confronted by a state trooper said he was stunned when the officer told him the car had been stolen.

 

Charles J. Schultz explained that he was driving his Chevy Cavalier and everything was fine. That's when the trooper informed Schultz that he was actually behind the wheel of a Ford Escort.

 

Police charged Schultz with auto theft, felony driving under the influence and misdemeanor drugs misconduct. Police said the 27-year-old's blood-alcohol content was .166, more than twice the legal limit.

 

 

The reason this caught my eye is, many many years ago, when I was living in Niagara Falls, I did something similar. I ended up driving away in someone else's car (totally different car, not even close). Fortunately, I did not get pulled over by the police.

 

I found out about it the next morning, when a friend called and told me the next door neighbors had some guests over the house, and their car was stolen. The man they described driving off with the car matched my description, and my car was still on the street, in front of my friend's house. Oh boy! I looked outside and found a beat-up old junk of a car, that was parked like some drunk drove it last. When my keys started this old junk, I knew there was a problem.

 

Fortunately, I learned by lessons before I ever got a DUI, or killed someone, as I no longer drive when I am anywhere close to the legal limit.

[Buffaloed in Pa]

Damn you did have a buzz on. Hey you found the right house though. Now that could have been ugly.

[The Dean]

Damn you did have a buzz on. Hey you found the right house though. Now that could have been ugly.

 

 

Extremely. The strange thing is, when I returned the car, I could barely drive it. If would go in and out of gear, and was a complete POS. The owner said has never been able to start it right up and take off the way I did. I really have no idea how I managed to do that, either.

[Tcali]

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/bizarre/6097975.html

 

 

 

 

 

The reason this caught my eye is, many many years ago, when I was living in Niagara Falls, I did something similar. I ended up driving away in someone else's car (totally different car, not even close). Fortunately, I did not get pulled over by the police.

 

I found out about it the next morning, when a friend called and told me the next door neighbors had some guests over the house, and their car was stolen. The man they described driving off with the car matched my description, and my car was still on the street, in front of my friend's house. Oh boy! I looked outside and found a beat-up old junk of a car, that was parked like some drunk drove it last. When my keys started this old junk, I knew there was a problem.

 

Fortunately, I learned by lessons before I ever got a DUI, or killed someone, as I no longer drive when I am anywhere close to the legal limit.

 

 

Holy S...now thats a good one.

[Tcali]

Extremely. The strange thing is, when I returned the car, I could barely drive it. If would go in and out of gear, and was a complete POS. The owner said has never been able to start it right up and take off the way I did. I really have no idea how I managed to do that, either.

 

your .34 breath musta been priming the engine the whole way

[The Dean]

Holy S...now thats a good one.

 

 

When I have told the full story to people, I have made many cry with laughter. While it makes for a good story, I don't recommend it.

[thebug]

Classic Dean....I once left a bar many moons ago and thought I would stop by my girlfriends place. I got there and there was no answer at the door (she was out with her friends) so I thought it would be a good idea to climb in her window and wait for her. Well I am blasted, it's dark, I stumble all over the place and pass out on the couch. I wake up in the morning to find out it's not her place, I'm actually 2 apartments over. I bolted and thank god the people were out of town. Young and stupid is a bad combo.

[justnzane]

Wait... Where's Darin?

[The Dean]

Classic Dean....I once left a bar many moons ago and thought I would stop by my girlfriends place. I got there and there was no answer at the door (she was out with her friends) so I thought it would be a good idea to climb in her window and wait for her. Well I am blasted, it's dark, I stumble all over the place and pass out on the couch. I wake up in the morning to find out it's not her place, I'm actually 2 apartments over. I bolted and thank god the people were out of town. Young and stupid is a bad combo.

 

 

Young, stupid and fuc#ed up.

 

That's pretty good, bug.

 

Once I came back to NF to visit my parents, and they had moved from the house where I spent most of my life. Well, one night, after drinking heavily (and God knows what else). I return home at about 3AM, go the kitchen...and it hits me...I don't live here, anymore. The new people never changed the locks. I bolted as fast, and as quietly, as possible. Thank goodness they had no dog or alarm, and were heavy sleepers.

[WVUFootball29]

Wait... Where's Darin?

The article said 27....not 27 x 2

[Steely Dan]

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/bizarre/6097975.html

 

 

 

 

 

The reason this caught my eye is, many many years ago, when I was living in Niagara Falls, I did something similar. I ended up driving away in someone else's car (totally different car, not even close). Fortunately, I did not get pulled over by the police.

 

I found out about it the next morning, when a friend called and told me the next door neighbors had some guests over the house, and their car was stolen. The man they described driving off with the car matched my description, and my car was still on the street, in front of my friend's house. Oh boy! I looked outside and found a beat-up old junk of a car, that was parked like some drunk drove it last. When my keys started this old junk, I knew there was a problem.

 

Fortunately, I learned by lessons before I ever got a DUI, or killed someone, as I no longer drive when I am anywhere close to the legal limit.

 

I still can't get past the key issue on this. How did your key start a completely different make and model? My brother had a Toyota Corrola many moons ago and so did a friend of his. One day he wanted to see if his key would start his friends car and it did but that was the same make and model.

 

 

your .34 breath musta been priming the engine the whole way

 

 

Classic Dean....I once left a bar many moons ago and thought I would stop by my girlfriends place. I got there and there was no answer at the door (she was out with her friends) so I thought it would be a good idea to climb in her window and wait for her. Well I am blasted, it's dark, I stumble all over the place and pass out on the couch. I wake up in the morning to find out it's not her place, I'm actually 2 apartments over. I bolted and thank god the people were out of town. Young, drunk and stupid is a bad combo.

 

Fixed.

 

You're also lucky nobody saw you go in there or you might have been calling your girlfriend for bail.

[Steely Dan]

Young, stupid and fuc#ed up.

 

That's pretty good, bug.

 

Once I came back to NF to visit my parents, and they had moved from the house where I spent most of my life. Well, one night, after drinking heavily (and God knows what else). I return home at about 3AM, go the kitchen...and it hits me...I don't live here, anymore. The new people never changed the locks. I bolted as fast, and as quietly, as possible. Thank goodness they had no dog or alarm, and were heavy sleepers.

 

 

Good thing you found that out before going up to bed.

 

 

The article said 27....not 27 x 3

 

Fixed.

[The Dean]

Steely, in my case, the car I was legitimately driving that night was a Dodge. The car I inadvertently stole looked to be cobbled together from several cars, but was primarily a Plymouth, I think. Both are Chrysler products, so that kind of explains that. (What I never got an explanation for was why there was a digging shovel, not a snow shovel, in front seat.)

 

In the Alaska story, the cars were from two different manufacturers (Ford and Chevy), so that made me wonder, too.

[Steely Dan]

Steely, in my case, the car I was legitimately driving that night was a Dodge. The car I inadvertently stole looked to be cobbled together from several cars, but was primarily a Plymouth, I think. Both are Chrysler products, so that kind of explains that. (What I never got an explanation for was why there was a digging shovel, not a snow shovel, in front seat.)

In the Alaska story, the cars were from two different manufacturers (Ford and Chevy), so that made me wonder, too.

 

You're lucky this was before DNA analysis.

[Just Jack]

My brother had a Toyota Corrola many moons ago and so did a friend of his. One day he wanted to see if his key would start his friends car and it did but that was the same make and model.

Usually around Christmas Shopping Season, you can find an article where someone goes out to "their" car in the parking lot, unlocks it, puts all their gifts in it and then either drives off before they realize it's not their car, or they continue shopping then wonder where their car went. It's usually someone with a similar car mis toke it for their own. But their key will work in either car.

[Pete]

My brother unlocked the door to a car, we got in, and then realized it was not his car- there were flower decals and other girly stuff. It was the same color, same body style Jetta, parked a couple cars away, and the same key worked for both

[Nanker]

Extremely. The strange thing is, when I returned the car, I could barely drive it. If would go in and out of gear, and was a complete POS. The owner said has never been able to start it right up and take off the way I did. I really have no idea how I managed to do that, either.

 

Put it down to the power of Demon Alcohol.

[mcjeff215]

When I have told the full story to people, I have made many cry with laughter. While it makes for a good story, I don't recommend it.

 

 

A buddy of mine called me *early* one morning (like 6:00 early) after a night of drinking. I'll never *ever* forget the words that came out of his mouth. I'm so not kidding, either...

 

"Dude, where's my car?"

 

Quite literally. He lost his car. We spent the better part of that day looking for it. Where was it, you might ask? We drove past a retention pond and noticed about 8 inches of car sticking out of the top of the water. Yup. He drove the damn thing right into a pond. While it was only 3 or 4 feet deep, the car had actually sank into the mud. You could see the tire tracks going through the backyards of the 4 or 5 houses heading up to the pond.

 

This guy had driven through BACKYARDS and finally came to stop in a retention pond. We were probably 17 or 18 years old at the time, too.

 

All he could remember was an "Open" sign and walking through some mud. The sign happened to be a restaurant near where he was.

 

While it's an interesting story, the guy is clearly an idiot. We were all idiots as well for putting down that much alcohol at 17 years old. He's damn lucky he didn't drive that car into one of those houses and not "just" a pond. I personally won't drive if I've had anything at all to drink. No reason to even risk a DWI.

[Tcali]

A buddy of mine called me *early* one morning (like 6:00 early) after a night of drinking. I'll never *ever* forget the words that came out of his mouth. I'm so not kidding, either...

 

"Dude, where's my car?"

 

Quite literally. He lost his car. We spent the better part of that day looking for it. Where was it, you might ask? We drove past a retention pond and noticed about 8 inches of car sticking out of the top of the water. Yup. He drove the damn thing right into a pond. While it was only 3 or 4 feet deep, the car had actually sank into the mud. You could see the tire tracks going through the backyards of the 4 or 5 houses heading up to the pond.

 

This guy had driven through BACKYARDS and finally came to stop in a retention pond. We were probably 17 or 18 years old at the time, too.

 

All he could remember was an "Open" sign and walking through some mud. The sign happened to be a restaurant near where he was.

 

While it's an interesting story, the guy is clearly an idiot. We were all idiots as well for putting down that much alcohol at 17 years old. He's damn lucky he didn't drive that car into one of those houses and not "just" a pond. I personally won't drive if I've had anything at all to drink. No reason to even risk a DWI.

 

 

LOLOL--stop it!!! You may bring back some of my youth experiences that I have blocked out.

[mcjeff215]

LOLOL--stop it!!! You may bring back some of my youth experiences that I have blocked out.

 

Yeah, damn do I miss that stuff. I'm surprised I'm still alive half the time.