When I was 16 I had my Yamaha YZ250F(dirt bike) stolen.
Saturday morning I woke up about 8 or 9 in the morning, sat down in the living room and the first thing my dad says to me is " Well I hate telling you this but your dirt bike was stolen." My parents had already called the sheriff and he showed up about 30 minutes after I got up. The thieves ripped the part of the siding off the back of the garage, opened up the man door, and rolled my dirt bike right on out. How do I know? The dumbasses left the man door hanging open and that is the only reason my parents even knew the bike was gone. If they had shut it probably wouldn’t have known for a few days at least.
Anyways so the sheriff gets all the info and heads out. My parents went into town to do something( can’t remember now) and I sat on the couch frustrated and hopeless. Sitting there for probably an hour or so and then the phone rings. I answer and it was my mom " I just got off the phone with the sheriff and they found your dirt bike. They also caught the thieves and you’re not gonna be happy with who it is." She then told me that the thieves were three people I knew very well. Trevor my “”"""“best”"""""" friend since the age of 3, Tim a kid I’ve known since probably 3rd or 4th grade and was good friends with, and Rhett a kid I’ve known since 2nd or 3rd grade. I don’t think I’ve ever been angrier at a human being in my life.
Shortly after that the sheriff called and informed me that he’d found the bike and caught the guys. He had also convinced the tow truck driver to bring the bike back to my house. All my decals/stickers had been scratched off, ORV tags gone, and some of the plastics were bent up too. I didn’t give a fuck though I was just so happy to see my dirt bike back when about 25-35 minutes ago I was sure it was gone forever.
TLDR: Dirt bike was stolen, got it back in a ~3 hour time frame, friends did it, so mad.
I got extremely lucky though. The sheriff was about 5 or 6 miles up the road filling out paper work when he heard an engine rev and drove over to investigate. He caught the three stooges red handed with my bike and my other friends bike which wasn’t stolen but they weren’t supposed to have out on the road.
If you haven’t had anything of yours stolen like that it really sucks. You feel violated, angry, and helpless. Every time I think about that whole thing I wanna beat those three with a bat until I can’t swing anymore.
That really sucks Javid and I hope you get your car back in one piece.