Many years ago I lived in a big city in the states.
My father-in-law gave us an automatic 260z...it was cool (used to own a 240z).
It was kinda of a spare vehicle, wasn't sure what I was going to do with it.
One morning while heading to work, I noticed our 260z parked about 10 blocks from where I left it. I called the police and waited for them to arrive. This was the first time I've ever had a vehicle stolen. I remember thinking how fortunate I was to notice it on the side of the road. Many of these vehicles get parted-out and disappear, rarely recovered.
The Police arrived and we walked over to the vehicle.
The 260z was sitting there idling, with the hood propped slightly.
We then noticed heavy guage wire running from the battery, down along the sidewalk.
The Police Officer hit the coil wire with his baton, causing the 260z to die.
We then followed the wire, witch ran along a truck and into into a trailer.
We figured they were using the vehicle to power something in the trailer.
The PO knocked on the trailer window, and identified himself.
A sleepy guy answered, and was asked about the 260z.
I still remember his response, "what 260z?".
The PO then asked about the wire running from the vehicle into his trailer.
Same reply, "what wire?".
Turns out he had a warrant for his arrest.
The PO informed him that he was going to be taken into custody. The PO then looked at me and said, "Your free to take the vehicle".
I asked, what about the theft of my vehicle?
The PO replied, "Do you know how hard it is to get a conviction".
I naively asked, what about the CSI team? The PO replied, "I hate that show".
Our conversation continued long enough to know, he regreted his career choice.
When did being a Police Officer become a thankless job?