Your Personal Car-jacker

So, there's this guy..........

No, not in then dirty way you were just thinking, but there is this guy. He's the kind of personality that people run when they see him coming. Not that he's mean to the rest of us, he's just unfair and he talks a lot.

He also has 2 cars. OK, HE has his own car (he fills it with gas himself and doesn't drive it on camp property), and he thinks the other car is his (he doesn't fill it with gas himself, it's really a truck, and he drives it both on camp property and off).

This drives us nuts, because the truck isn't his (he thinks it's his, but it isn't), but he locks it and hides the keys in his room. Luckily for us, there is a spare key.

So, your own personal car-jackers (myself and my accomplice in crime), after mmany excuses and beating-round-the-bush, managed to plead the spare keys off of Terry, the maintenance manager, to the truck.

We timed our getaway to a "T". Right when the lawnmower came around the house, we quick turned the truck on, threw it in gear and raced out of the parking lot. And may I say that it is standard. : )

We had already decided where we were to hide it, on a bike trail far away from the road. This particular trail looks only 2' wide, but is really 5' wide and a bit, and no one ever walks on it. From the road, you see a hill, and nothing else.

So we went off-roading, oh yeah! And we turned the truck around on the path, and it's standard! And we left it there!

Now all we are doing is waiting for him to find the truck.

-Sarah
Always courting punishment