My 66 LV (Canadian spec, 25,000 original km, solid green exterior, white roof, non-upholstered door panels and pumpkin interior, all stock I think) is nearing the end of a two year long repair and rebuild of pretty much everything mechanical but the suspension. Next step is provincial safety certification. No photos but they will absolutely be coming.
Last night my friend from the garage calls to sympathize over what 'happened to the truck'. This is an unusual call to get and I had heard nothing so I immediately assumed it had been stolen or in an accident.
Not even close. As I understand it:
Some dude broke in to the sex shop in a nearby strip mall, shattering a plate glass window and seriously injuring himself in the process. He still grabbed all the loot possible, then staggered as far as he could, dropping goodies along the way like bread crumbs (as if he wanted to be able to find his way back). He came upon the unlocked LV, ditched some more of his treasure on the ground and climbed in, smearing blood all about. Bled inside while removing a shard of glasss from somewhere in his body. Decided to move on down the road to a nearby hotel and hide out there, leaving a blood trail for the police to follow. I guess they picked him up there.
I stopped by this morning to have a look. You could see the blood staining through an inch of fresh snow all over the parking lot surface around the LV. Multiple bloody handprints on and in the truck. Was with my family so did not conduct a detailed examination but did note the bloody 6 inch shard of glass on the front bench seat.
No big deal for me - I'm not the guy with a self inflicted sex shop window wound!
Last night my friend from the garage calls to sympathize over what 'happened to the truck'. This is an unusual call to get and I had heard nothing so I immediately assumed it had been stolen or in an accident.
Not even close. As I understand it:
Some dude broke in to the sex shop in a nearby strip mall, shattering a plate glass window and seriously injuring himself in the process. He still grabbed all the loot possible, then staggered as far as he could, dropping goodies along the way like bread crumbs (as if he wanted to be able to find his way back). He came upon the unlocked LV, ditched some more of his treasure on the ground and climbed in, smearing blood all about. Bled inside while removing a shard of glasss from somewhere in his body. Decided to move on down the road to a nearby hotel and hide out there, leaving a blood trail for the police to follow. I guess they picked him up there.
I stopped by this morning to have a look. You could see the blood staining through an inch of fresh snow all over the parking lot surface around the LV. Multiple bloody handprints on and in the truck. Was with my family so did not conduct a detailed examination but did note the bloody 6 inch shard of glass on the front bench seat.
No big deal for me - I'm not the guy with a self inflicted sex shop window wound!
