A bit of a follow-up. I had my client put out the word that any other attempts to mess with my car just might have a much different ending.
A week later, at about 0200 hours I was sitting in the darkl on my front porch, watching a man stroll up the street, stop and look at my car parked in the driveway. When he looked like he was about to approach the rear of it, I jacked a round into the chamber of my Winchester carbine -- and laughed like hell at him running like an Olympic hopeful.
I then had my client put out the word on the trucker's network that the next time I would shoot first and ask questions later.
No more trouble.
fuckin’ nice!