Well, I can't top Racer's tale, and it wasn't a 911, but to show that cops are the same everywhere:
As a young sprout of 22, I moved to Chicago not long after buying the first car I'd ever bought new - a 1986 Honda Prelude. Promptly stolen from the parking lot at work, I called Chicago's Finest.
First, they insisted that the car had be repossesed and I call the finance company. "My people" are always getting our cars repoed, it was explained. I had a GMAC (don't ask)payment book showing the car was paid a year in advance already. Okay, that means I was trying to scam the insurance company. I'd probably arranged to have the car stolen. It seems now I'd over-extended myself by paying in advance, and this was my scheme to get my money back. Eventually they file a report and I go home to a sleepless night.
The police show up at my home at 3 a.m. saying they've found the car. (It's apparently very suspicious that I'm awake and dressed at this hour. I'm frequently asked what I was doing up.) I'm driven to a strange neighborhood, where my car is sitting in an alley. It's burned almost beyond recognition, but you can tell that it's missing quite a few parts (bumpers, rear wheels, seats, stereo and trunk lid). It is still smoking when I get there. The Fire Department reported it after being called about the fire - apparently some places torch the car for kicks when they're done. The only way I knew it was
my Prelude was it had a pair of scorched Nike Vandals in the rear seat (these are the shoes Michael Biehn steals in the opening minutes of Terminator I in the dept. store).
The kicker? The cops tell me that the car is blocking the alley and if I don't have it moved within the hour, they'll write me a ticket and have it impounded, which will cost me $200 or so to get it back for the insurance company.
Not a big fan of the CPD, after that.
Emanuel
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Everybody wants a normal life and a cool car;
most people settle for the car." Chris Titus
1966 Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow
1983 Porsche 911 SC Targa