After I bought my Subaru Outback in 2017 I learned Subaru invisibly stamps the VIN in several undetectable places under the car. They also have an app that can locate a stolen car, using the sensors that are in the computer chips.
I don't know if all that would save the catalytic converter though. The Outback's ground clearance is about as high as my old Ford 4x4 Ranger's clearance. It has skid plates under it as factory standard equipment. But it still looks like it would be hard to get under on a creeper to me.
One fairly cheap way to stall a theft would possibly be the use of bronze manifold pipes instead of steel pipes. Copper-rich bronze alloy gums up any saw blade's teeth quickly to the point the blade is useless. Bronze won't stop a pipe cutter, though. The hard bronze alloys that make a pipe cutter slow going won't bend like steel, but running over a rock could break those alloys, where steel pipe would just dent.
Thievery is an immortal problem for sure. They've always been around and always will be.
When we got caught--at a Kmart, because my friend took a lure out of its box and tried to stuff it and its three treble hooks into his sock, and was limping and "OUCH!"-ing conspicuously--I was ashamed and scared. Dad aptly almost ran me over with his '72 Chrysler Newport coming to pick me up. I couldn't look my grandma, a person of rock-solid decency, in the eye for weeks. We stopped stealing, cold.
I'm glad to say that my four kids are this honest--particularly my sons.@RoscoeElegante well written and said!
I was 11 the first time I lifted something from our local grocery store. We wanted to have a water balloon fight and my dad had bought us a fifty pack of balloons. We had a blast throwing those balloons at each other in the middle of summer. So much fun that we wanted to continue but my Dad said, only one pack of balloons.
So my friend and I jumped on our bikes and rode down to the grocery store. My buddy suggested since I had never been picked up by the law like he had (whatever he was just scared) that I should do the deed and stuff that package of balloons in my underwear and walk out. I did and we had a blast with that package of balloons once we got to my house.
But my conscious just would not let it be. I could not sleep for fear that someone had saw me and the police would catch me and lock me up. It was a sleepless night that turned into an even worse morning when my mom asked me to ride down to the grocery store and pick up a half gallon of milk. She handed me the money, and with shaking hands I took it and hopped my bike and rode to the store.
As I was standing in line at the counter to pay for the milk the local police officer walked in. I was sure I was done for, going away to the big house until I hit 18 or got early parole. The officer loitered around, I was sure he was waiting on me. I paid for the milk and walked out as fast as I could expecting Johnny Lawman to cuff me and stuff me in the back of his cruiser. I got on my bike and rode for home, thinking I had escaped when I looked behind me and saw the squad car pull out of the parking lot. He was coming my way and it took all of my willpower to not pull over and throw my hands in the air and surrender.
The Police car passed me by and I rode home in a sweat for I had come mighty close to spending my teenage years in jail.
I gave my Mom the milk, went into my room and broke open the piggy bank. I had a few bucks squirreled away and I grabbed a dollar worth of coins and went back to the store. I walked up to the girl who was running the register and told her that we had not been charged for the balloons the day before and I wanted to make it right. I handed over a dollar in change and said that should cover it. She tried to refuse it but I told her that I wanted to make it right, and I turned and left not giving in to her reluctance to take the money.
Such a weight lifted from my shoulders. I could breath again and life felt so much better as I rode home. I even saw the police car on the way home and gave him a wave.
That was over 40 years ago and I still remember every detail and every thought of guilt I had.
I even told the police man who responded to the call if the people who stole my cats needed cash I would have gladly given them some money out of my own pocket.
Car makers, in an attempt to aid their stealers’ service areas, have redesigned headlights and taillights into single units and have buried them so simple bulb changes cannot be done by a DIYer, or at least made so difficult requiring special tools - all to protect the stealer.Also being targeted… headlight and taillight assemblies. Check the prices you’ll understand why.
Wow man! You and I had nearly the exact same experience! I was probably 13 and, like the dumb kid I was, I decided I'd steal a pack of smokes from the stand... at a K-Mart no less! I was with my Mom and Dad. As we were walking out the store, the store manager stopped us and said "Sir, I witnessed your son stealing a pack of smokes..." My Dad and Mom looked at me with a look that, to this day, gives me chills. He then said "Follow me please" I knew I was a dead man/kid. We got up to his office and we all sat down, the manager standing in front of us. My Dad says to him "Sir, do whatever you feel is necessary, I'm on your side." The manager looks strait at me after that comment with this sort of "gotcha" look on his face. He said "Ok son, hand me over the pack of smokes" I pulled em out of my jacket pocket. My Mom and Dad had a look of "Just wait until we get home..."
Then the manager says "You realize what I could do to you right now, don't you? I could call the cops right now and have you arrested, you'd go to juvi, and you'll have a criminal record for the rest of your life. And you'll probably be expelled from school indefinitely, ruining your life forever. However, I know your Parents are honorable people. They've proven that to me already and therefore, you simply missed a valuable lessen from them. You made a big mistake tonight, and it is my job to ensure you learn this lessen well. Your Father has given me power to do so. Rather than destroy your young life with an arrest, over something of little significance, I think all you need is a bit more "training". Therefore, you will report to me this weekend, starting Friday after school, you will work for me the entire weekend. You will open the store with me, and close it with me. You will be my shadow. Your payment will be the lessen that you will learn. Or, I can call the cops right now. The choice is yours, what will it be?" I was STUNNED.... I didn't know what to say, being in shock and all. My Dad piped up and said "Thank you, Sir. I will pick him up from school on Friday and we'll see you at 3:30pm if that is ok."
When I got home, oh boy.... that's a whole nother story. I never stole anything EVER again! In fact, I once tried to find that Manager several years ago, to no avail. I wanted to thank him sincerely for the lessen he taught me that night. I really owe him a debt of gratitude for setting me on the strait and narrow You just can't put a price on that type of "training"
If I were a thief I would use something like this without the guard and probably without the extra handle. Yes I’ve used grinders without guards and handles plenty of times. Once you’re comfortable using it they’re not badI would love to know what specific type of cutter they used to do this so quickly and cleanly. I'm not kidding.
The quote is from the movie Sicario.Wise words wherever they came from. Me, I'm just an old goat. There are people who will tell you that things are no worse now, maybe that they are even better now than they were fifty years ago. They will often have a handful of "statistics" to prove what they say is true. The one thing they forget is that I was alive fifty years ago, and KNOW the truth.
I think you're trying to be funny ot make some other point.Car makers, in an attempt to aid their stealers’ service areas, have redesigned headlights and taillights into single units and have buried them so simple bulb changes cannot be done by a DIYer, or at least made so difficult requiring special tools - all to protect the stealer.
As luck would have it, I saw the movie Sicario was running on BBC america tonight just before we took Alex for his walk. There was about twenty minutes of it left, and I saw I guess the star do some serious work. Then he talked to a woman, and made her sign something, and said something along the lines of you aren't a wolf. I should watch the whole thing sometime.The quote is from the movie Sicario.
You’ve never owned an Audi…I could do a lot of little things to my ‘94 and ‘98 but after ‘01, forget it. My independent Audi mechanic also bemoans their “designs” to keep as many repairs in the stealers as possible - and that’s where he came from.I think you're trying to be funny ot make some other point.
The fanciest tool I have needed for a bulb change is a torx socket.
I wonder what the cops would have done after they wouldn't arrest the thief if you stole something out of his squad car. I mean you should be allowed to, right?Cities are always competing to be the "safest city in America" as well. My city has been high on the list numerous years, and a big reason is when you call them out to take a report, they won't file a report. They just try to talk you out of filing a report. One time a neighbor caught a guy red-handed trying to steal his driveshaft, and held him while the cops came. The cops came and talked to the guy, and just let him go. Years ago I called them out for a couple of thefts, and they would not take fingerprints. No report filed, no crime.