Wild Horses Couldn't Pull Her Away

One night I was with my girlfriend in the back parking lot of her sorority house. She'd been the designated driver the night before and one of her friends had left their keys in her car. Since we didn't know who owned the keys we decided to find out which car they operated. I suggested we hit the alarm/panic button on the key chain and when the alarm went off we would be able to identify the vehicle the keys belonged to. We could then identify the owner of the vehicle and return the keys.

I aimed the key chain towards the parking lot and pressed a few of the buttons, which were only marked with Roman numerals. To my surprise a brand new, fire-engine red, souped-up Ford Mustang started up and took off like a shot through the parking lot. I realized right away that nobody was behind the wheel and gave chase to stop the car. It was too late. The Mustang slammed into a parked car and actually had enough force to push that vehicle sideways into two more cars. We called the campus police to come and work the crash. When the officer arrived he assessed the scene and asked me who was driving the Mustang. You should have seen his face when I told him, "No one was driving. It just took off on it's own."

My girlfriend's friend had borrowed the car from her boyfriend and it had a remote starting feature on it. It was a stick shift and was parked in first gear on a slight decline without the emergency brake on. After reading the owner's manual and consulting with his supervisor, the officer finally figured out how he was going to write his report. He cited the girl who borrowed the Mustang as the at fault party, because the vehicle was not parked in accordance with the owner's manual. I felt really bad, but it sure was funny.