I was playing cards in a friend's apartment (one suburb over) one evening. I had parked my Daytona yellow '69 SS396 Chevelle and took the wire from the coil to the distributor off and put it in my pocket and set the alarm before I went inside. Came out and the car was gone. Called the Police and made out a theft report. Two years later I got a phone call from that Police department asking if I was the person whose Chevelle had been stolen. My hope soared that they had recovered the car, and I replied that I sure was! Then the person told me they were trying to clean up their books, and asked me if my car had ever been recovered. What a let down.