Ok, what's the deal? What have I ever done to you?
You cut my brake line while I was on vacation. You want to KILL me? What the fuck did I ever do to make you wish death on me? No matter my circumstances, I've always been happy for your good luck. What's the deal? You're jealous of my new found love and happiness? If so, do you realize how many people whose marriages I've celebrated while being absolutely miserable with my own love life? Do you understand how many people I was happy for when my life was shit? I don't get it; am I supposed to be miserable for life so your life seems better?
Furthermore, is my present life situation enough to make you want me dead? I mean DEAD. How does that work? My life starts working out for once, after all the misery I've had, and you want me DEAD? You do know the misery I've been through, don't you?
DEAD? I don't understand why you would have my brake lines cut, I really don't. I've always been extremely good to people. What did I do to you for you to wish me death? OK, I'm moving to Australia with a man who loves me more than life itself. That merits death?
Tell you what. You're a sick fucking puppy. Even if I would have died, that wouldn't have healed your pain. See a shrink. Maybe that would help. Cutting my brake line is a small move in your major problem. I'm still alive. You know why? I'm not destined to die by your hands. The car is in the shop and here I am, more savvy of your intentions. And soon, I won't be here to have you fuck with me. Deal with it. Sometimes, good things happen to good people.
That's all.
If you are sure the line was deliberately cut, and have any evidence that points to this person you should report it to the police. They are not just a danger to you, but to others also, if they are that crazy. You may not be so lucky with their next attempt.
If you know who it is, pay them back with an attempt on their life. And don’t fuck around with cutting their breaks, hurl a molitov cocktail through their window when you know they’re home, or you could go gangsta and just busta a cap.
Yes, Expo1001’s suggestions are not very spotsman like.
I suggest you get a fine saber, walk deliberately up to the culprit and say smething clever like, oh, I dunno: “Ello, My name is Cheeky Monkey. You cut my brakeline. Prepare to die.”
[safety net]Of course, don’t actually harm the person, because that would be illegal.[/safety net]
Police now or sooner !
Even with no evidence who it was (other than your own susspicion) they need to know there was an attempt on your life. If there is evidence then even better.
Would talking to a lawyer help? (any lawyer knows?) maybe you should get a restraining order or something out on the person who tried to murder you so they cann’t come near you or your property without breaking the law.
I’m reminded of the story about the employees at some white-collar company who found their cars’ brake lines cut after they had worked a day in the office. After a lot of investigation, the culprits turned out to be a flock of birds (ravens?) nearby, who’d go under the cars to avoid the heat and started pecking away at the stuff.
Not to dismiss the OP or anything, but the immediate accusation of malice does give me pause for skepticism…
If it was deliberatly cut, and if you can afford it, get one of those security cameras that record a weeks worth of video. And notify the police too. So if something were to really happen to you, they may be able to narrow it down to a few suspects. Better then no suspects eh?
Unc, this is a serious situation that you should not make light of.
OTOH, to learn that you could not stop a Yugo, to a degree beyond its inherent inability to stop, wouldn’t one need to first get it in motion?
Seriously, though, if Cheeky did not see the police immediately there is probably little they can do. Any evidence that existed is so messed up by now it would be a frustrating waste of time to report it. Were I the sort to suggest illegal options I might…
[Nixon]
…but that would be wrong.
[/Nixon]
Cutting brake lines is a silly and ineffective way to kill somebody, anyway. One (even my wife) is likely to notice when starting a modern car with an automatic transmission (requiring one to place a foot on the brake) that one’s foot was stopped on the firewall. And even if one missed that clue one (even my wife) would notice a lack of brakes long before reaching a dangerous speed. Cutting brake lines is more of a warning than an actual attempt on ones life unless the murderer is a moron. Which most are.
Kind of. Ever since I hit this massive amount of good luck in my life, it seems that a lot of the friends I had have “changed”. I always hated to say it and was more comfortable not to believe it, but the ones closest to me say it’s jealousy. Which sucks because even though most of my life was sort of miserable, I was always happy for people who had good things to celebrate in their lives. I’m not sure who did it; I’m not sure who didn’t do it. But I’ve got that gut feeling that it was deliberately done to ME and not some random act. If you’re gonna mess with someone’s car for fun, it would be taking the air out of the tires or putting sugar in the gas tank ~ not cutting the brake lines.
That’s exactly what they said. Since I had already driven the car, there wasn’t much they could do until they got a written statement from the garage. Well who notices their brake lines are cut before they drive their cars? I was basically told that when I had a garage write that the line was cut, to pop by the cop shop and make a report. That’s it. Only to be used later.
That’s exactly what happened. The first stop sign I hit was off a small side-street. I managed to stop but once my car was almost stopped, my foot went completely down. Stupidly, I kept driving, just to see if it would happen again, which it did. By now, I’m on a medium-density intersection, pulling my handbrake to stop (which didn’t work). That’s when I knew it was my brake-line, and came back home. I don’t consider this a threat ~ more of the moron variety acts.
That’s exactly what’s gonna happen when I get my car back. Luckily, my bedroom window faces the parking lot almost directly where my car is parked. Again, call it gut instinct, but I doubt the car will be touched while I’m here. I’m almost positive it was done while I was on vacation, with the knowledge that they would be long gone before XYZ happened.
It was the line coming straight out of the reservoir. It was a deliberate cut that I doubt birds could accomplish (so nicely cut that it squeezed the line off completely). This is how I noticed. As soon as I got home, I went to put in some brake fluid, thinking that I could at least get my car to the garage like that. It was already topped off and what I added never went down. I had a funny feeling, so I checked. It’s cleanly cut which completely squeezed the line shut, so my reservoir is still full.
I hear ya. If I hadn’t seen it myself, I’d think the same thing. Even my friends have a hard time believing it (“Anyone who knows you wouldn’t do this. If anything, it’s random.”). I even thought about it. When I see the garage’s official paper saying it was cut, I’m gonna freak out. Until then, it’s comfortable to believe the odd chance that we’re wrong. (They took a quick look at it and said it was cut but they wouldn’t write anything official until one of their master mechanics had a look at it). Which sucks because my car was towed Thursday and won’t even be looked at 'til Monday.
I’m comforted by your ‘birds’ story. We do have a lot of birds around here.
