Tuesday was 1.May, Labor Day, national holiday and the start of Russe season where the streets fill with drunk 19 year-olds who begin a 17 day celebration of youth and recklessness.
We moved our old VW down to the next street to have room to clean out the garage. When we went to retrieve the car today... it was gone. It didn't help that I'd left the keys sitting between the seats, but still, the idea that someone would take this car is simply ridiculous. I suspect we'll find it abandoned somewhere.
I went down to the police station this evening to report the stolen vehicle. The detective told me it had been a very busy last few days with Russe craziness, and that of course it was possible it had been taken on a joy ride and left somewhere. They'll keep an eye out for it, but there's not much they can do.