Imagine this: You're on the way to a rod run with a bunch of friends and you stop along the way for breakfast. You find the ideal combination-a restaurant the little woman approves of with a gas station next door to make your life easy.
Sufficiently stuffed, you take one last glance at the cute waitress who served you, pay the check, then wander outside the eatery to stand in the sun with your buddies. There's just enough time to scratch, belch, and tell the raunchiest joke you know before the women appear from the restroom and it's time to head down the road. About this time you say to your friends, "Life is good." But that all changes when you turn toward your street rod and see nothing but asphalt.
After your pals swear on their lives they're not playing a trick on you, the police are summoned. Upon their arrival, the attendant at the neighboring gas station tells them he saw the now-missing rod pull out of the driveway 20 minutes ago but didn't think anything of it, and since he was paying more attention to the car than driver, he can't offer any sort of a description of the culprit. Now reality hits hard-your pride and joy is long gone.
Although no one thinks this sort of thing will happen to him or her, it is indeed a real possibility. In fact our scenario wasn't imaginary, it took place exactly as described a few years ago and the car was never found.