When I was in Marine Corps boot camp at MCRD San Diego a couple of federal agents showed up wanting to have a talk with me (this went over very well with the DIs). Seems the car I sold before entering the Corps, an Oldsmobile Cutlass S, had been used in an armed robbery of a liquor store in the near South Side of Chicago.
I remembered the guy that bought the car; he placed a down payment to hold it and failed to come up with the rest of the cash. He left an expensive amp and some other electronics worth many times the car and returned a week later with the cash to claim the amp. I thought it odd how he kept commenting on how fast the car was before, during, and after the purchase.
I gather he never changed the registration on the vehicle, hence the officers’ wish to speak to me. The feds felt my alibi at the time, a recruit at MCRD, was satisfactory, though they acted like I did it and seemed to want a confession. When my mother told the Chicago officers the name of the purchaser, they knew him right away.
If the police 'knew him' and he was black - does that make you and your mother and the cops racists for noticing?
One of my Dad’s trade-ins was found with a body in the trunk in New Jersey. The FBI visited my Dad (who was a church pastor) and Dad gave them the name of the dealership in New Mexico where he had traded it. The dealer in New Mexico had not even noticed that the vehicle was gone and since it was still registered in my Dad’s name...the FBI started with him.
Oldsmobile Cutlass S...he kept commenting on how fast the car was before, during, and after the purchase.
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I had a 1971. My first car.
I rolled 3 times end-over-end then barrel rolled 2 1/2 times before stopping in the corn field, a long, long ways from the road.
All three of us probably would have been dead if it wasn’t an open field instead of a wooded lot.
Fast? Yeah, too fast for a kid without enough common sense. I slowed down a lot after that...