C5 vs pole...Pole wins

When I arrived on scene I immediately recognized the car...I had met the 20-something owner (I'll call him Dave) recently and invited him to join our local Corvette club. He had recently bought the car and it still had the "happy tag" (temporary license) on it..We had exchanged phone #s and I still had his cell phone number in my cell phone ID. Traffic units told me they had gone to Dave's registered address but he was not home. There was no regular phone listing for Dave. (Seems everyone under 30yoa these days only has a cell phone)
I remembered I still had Dave's cell# in my cell phone. I called the # and made contact. Dave told me he was on the way home from Denver (120 miles away) I asked him if he was in his Corvette. He tells me wasnt, that he swapped vehicles with a co-worker when they both got off work today as he needed the co-workers truck to go to Denver to haul some furinture back to Canon City. I give him the bad news about his Corvette....HE WAS NOT HAPPY!! He gives me the co-workers name, address and cell #. The co-worker lived about 3 miles from the crash-scene.
I then go to the co-workers address, an apartment complex, and make contact with him. It's after midnight, and it was apparent I had awoken him. I ask him about Dave's Corvette. He tells me it's in the parking lot. I ask him where the keys were. He tells me theyre on the kitchn table. I tell him to get them. He soon comes back and tells me theyre gone. He soon suspects his room-mate had taken the car. He tells me he had given his room-mate a ride in the car this evening, so the roommate knew he had the car, and knew where the keys were...Of course the roomate was not home.....He gives me the roomates name and description.
I leave the aprtment complex and head back to the crash scene with info for the traffic units...As Im driving I see a young fellow matching the description of the roomate walking my direction. I pull over to make contact, and the chase is on....I may be 50, but I can still catch a 23 year old...Course it helped that he was drunk...and I was in an Impala for most of it!!!
Anyway, I served him up to the traffic units on a silver platter....and they were most grateful....so was Dave!!
When I arrived on scene I immediately recognized the car...I had met the 20-something owner (I'll call him Dave) recently and invited him to join our local Corvette club. He had recently bought the car and it still had the "happy tag" (temporary license) on it..We had exchanged phone #s and I still had his cell phone number in my cell phone ID. Traffic units told me they had gone to Dave's registered address but he was not home. There was no regular phone listing for Dave. (Seems everyone under 30yoa these days only has a cell phone)
I remembered I still had Dave's cell# in my cell phone. I called the # and made contact. Dave told me he was on the way home from Denver (120 miles away) I asked him if he was in his Corvette. He tells me wasnt, that he swapped vehicles with a co-worker when they both got off work today as he needed the co-workers truck to go to Denver to haul some furinture back to Canon City. I give him the bad news about his Corvette....HE WAS NOT HAPPY!! He gives me the co-workers name, address and cell #. The co-worker lived about 3 miles from the crash-scene.
I then go to the co-workers address, an apartment complex, and make contact with him. It's after midnight, and it was apparent I had awoken him. I ask him about Dave's Corvette. He tells me it's in the parking lot. I ask him where the keys were. He tells me theyre on the kitchn table. I tell him to get them. He soon comes back and tells me theyre gone. He soon suspects his room-mate had taken the car. He tells me he had given his room-mate a ride in the car this evening, so the roommate knew he had the car, and knew where the keys were...Of course the roomate was not home.....He gives me the roomates name and description.
I leave the aprtment complex and head back to the crash scene with info for the traffic units...As Im driving I see a young fellow matching the description of the roomate walking my direction. I pull over to make contact, and the chase is on....I may be 50, but I can still catch a 23 year old...Course it helped that he was drunk...and I was in an Impala for most of it!!!
Anyway, I served him up to the traffic units on a silver platter....and they were most grateful....so was Dave!!
Glad you got the guy. Good luck to dave getting his car repaired/replaced. The damage in the pictures looks pretty bad.
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Last edited by Junkman2008; Apr 25, 2008 at 10:17 AM.
. I have let my sister borrow the vette on the weekends to go for a spin, and I am scared she might get persuaded in to letting her "fiend" drive my baby, and then having it wrecked. I don't think I'm doing that any more.
When I arrived on scene I immediately recognized the car...I had met the 20-something owner (I'll call him Dave) recently and invited him to join our local Corvette club. He had recently bought the car and it still had the "happy tag" (temporary license) on it..We had exchanged phone #s and I still had his cell phone number in my cell phone ID. Traffic units told me they had gone to Dave's registered address but he was not home. There was no regular phone listing for Dave. (Seems everyone under 30yoa these days only has a cell phone)
I remembered I still had Dave's cell# in my cell phone. I called the # and made contact. Dave told me he was on the way home from Denver (120 miles away) I asked him if he was in his Corvette. He tells me wasnt, that he swapped vehicles with a co-worker when they both got off work today as he needed the co-workers truck to go to Denver to haul some furinture back to Canon City. I give him the bad news about his Corvette....HE WAS NOT HAPPY!! He gives me the co-workers name, address and cell #. The co-worker lived about 3 miles from the crash-scene.
I then go to the co-workers address, an apartment complex, and make contact with him. It's after midnight, and it was apparent I had awoken him. I ask him about Dave's Corvette. He tells me it's in the parking lot. I ask him where the keys were. He tells me theyre on the kitchn table. I tell him to get them. He soon comes back and tells me theyre gone. He soon suspects his room-mate had taken the car. He tells me he had given his room-mate a ride in the car this evening, so the roommate knew he had the car, and knew where the keys were...Of course the roomate was not home.....He gives me the roomates name and description.
I leave the aprtment complex and head back to the crash scene with info for the traffic units...As Im driving I see a young fellow matching the description of the roomate walking my direction. I pull over to make contact, and the chase is on....I may be 50, but I can still catch a 23 year old...Course it helped that he was drunk...and I was in an Impala for most of it!!!
Anyway, I served him up to the traffic units on a silver platter....and they were most grateful....so was Dave!!
I must say, you are a damn fine cop!
When I arrived on scene I immediately recognized the car...I had met the 20-something owner (I'll call him Dave) recently and invited him to join our local Corvette club. He had recently bought the car and it still had the "happy tag" (temporary license) on it..We had exchanged phone #s and I still had his cell phone number in my cell phone ID. Traffic units told me they had gone to Dave's registered address but he was not home. There was no regular phone listing for Dave. (Seems everyone under 30yoa these days only has a cell phone)
I remembered I still had Dave's cell# in my cell phone. I called the # and made contact. Dave told me he was on the way home from Denver (120 miles away) I asked him if he was in his Corvette. He tells me wasnt, that he swapped vehicles with a co-worker when they both got off work today as he needed the co-workers truck to go to Denver to haul some furinture back to Canon City. I give him the bad news about his Corvette....HE WAS NOT HAPPY!! He gives me the co-workers name, address and cell #. The co-worker lived about 3 miles from the crash-scene.
I then go to the co-workers address, an apartment complex, and make contact with him. It's after midnight, and it was apparent I had awoken him. I ask him about Dave's Corvette. He tells me it's in the parking lot. I ask him where the keys were. He tells me theyre on the kitchn table. I tell him to get them. He soon comes back and tells me theyre gone. He soon suspects his room-mate had taken the car. He tells me he had given his room-mate a ride in the car this evening, so the roommate knew he had the car, and knew where the keys were...Of course the roomate was not home.....He gives me the roomates name and description.
I leave the aprtment complex and head back to the crash scene with info for the traffic units...As Im driving I see a young fellow matching the description of the roomate walking my direction. I pull over to make contact, and the chase is on....I may be 50, but I can still catch a 23 year old...Course it helped that he was drunk...and I was in an Impala for most of it!!!
Anyway, I served him up to the traffic units on a silver platter....and they were most grateful....so was Dave!!
When mine was stolen in January and ran into a pole after running through a softball fence and donuts in the outfield, I can tell you there is no worse feeling
when you see the aftermath
They need to hang him by his nutz til he's black and blue.


















