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When I had my e90, it was broken into and bashed to hell.
They stole pretty much everything that wasn't bolted down (Thank god I had the bright idea of having the subs and amp bolted down).
I was gone from my car for maybe... 2 hours and came back to 2 busted windows, dents, stabs in my seats and 3 punctured tires and a stripped wheel lock.
My guess for these jerks is they were watching my car for way longer than that night alone.
I had my polisher, air tools and some random detailing items in the trunk that all went missing as well.
The insurance company covered the damages but told me that I'd need to provide receipts and file a second claim for reimbursements. I've had the tools for well over 5 years so I couldn't find a single receipt when it came time to claim it.
Strange part, I purposely parked on a well lit, busy street with constant police patrol. It didn't seem to stop them at all though...
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Originally Posted by The HACK
I'm going to use a very simple analogy, I hope you'll understand.
Driving is like having sex.
It really is. You can read up all you want about how to please a woman, you can look at all the diagrams in the world, but just like the clitoris, you won't know what the hell an apex is before you actually find it.
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