This is such an emotive subject because we car owners, especially we car owners who care enough to join a discussion group with other like minded car owners, can all imagine the pain of having our polished beauties 'scratched to buggary' by lowlife.
I too have it in me to sit out all night praying that the villain will make another appearance. (See andycGTV post above.)
I genuinely think that I would lose control and end up facing the dock over my actions. I also genuinely think that the nation should hear my pleas, exonerate me, give me a knighthood and make me Public Exterminator.
However, back in reality, the really good news is that I have been planning a full respray of the car this winter ( when it is laid up in the garage,...... my spider being a summer car).
The scratches will only bore into my soul for a few more weeks before I add significantly more scratches of my own.
The flip side, because there is always a flip side, is that part of me is wondering if it is worth the bother of having the respray. You cannot imagine the way I will feel if I roll the car out again next spring, all shiny in its new clothes, and then the same ( or indeed another) little b*stard exercises their jealousy gene one more time. I would go ballistic. You would have to lock me up 'cause I don't think I would be able to control my actions.
There is a gang of lads who hide in the trees opposite my house (we overlook a park). They sit there in the dark, smoking marijuana and drinking. The locals are afraid to cross the park at night electing to skirt around the young thugs adding half a mile to the journey. I deliberately walk through them ( I walk my Rottweiler) just to let them know that they will not win.
They plot their opportunities for thieving (they wait for the occupants of the properties that surround the park to go out for the night before breaking in, ...... Not just my theory, my house has been done... But that is another story!)
The police do not seem to be able control the problem, the Residents Association wants to build a bandstand and create a cricket pitch and "find these lads something constructive to do". As with all residents societies the leaders are 'new age traveller' types who have too much time on their hands and a head full of dreams.
Never mind building a bandstand, that would just create a dry location for the thugs, I want to Exterminate them. Note I say Exterminate, not Execute. You execute humans after finding them guilty in a court of law. You Exterminate vermin because, .... well, just because they are vermin!
If anyone touches my resprayed car you may as well lock me up immediately because I shall go out to exterminate some vermin.
The wise man would not have a decent car in the West Midlands. The wise man makes do with an old banger that attracts no attention. Unfortunately, in this situation, I do not plan to be wise.
Wish me luck.