Folks Of Interest Ever been followed home?

A guy followed me home and asked where was I finding all the banjo rear that was in the bed of my truck. I told him about 3 miles away. He said he lives about 3 miles away. I sold him parts for his project to the tune of $2000.

 

I live on a dead-end street, you can see my house form the bank and convenience store on main street.

One day when I had my 53 Chevy in the driveway, I had a guy on a motorcycle ride up. He had seen my car when he stopped to get gas and got money from the A.T.M.

He had just bought a 51 Chevy project car and was looking for stock 51 running gear parts, and I had just picked up resorted 51 Chevy ch***is, the body went to a Resto-Mod project.

I sold him the complete rebuilt front crossmember with rebuilt brakes, the Powerglide torque tube rear (3:50 gear ratio) with rebuilt brakes, which paid for my investment and left me the frame.

49-54 Chevy frames where the hot ticket in northeast oval track racing from the early 60s until the tube ch***is era of the early 70s, and I sold the frame to a vintage oval track race car restorer.

 

One local guy I follow on IG, he posts a lot of car and garage pictures, it wasn't hard to find out where he lived. His place on the outside is well ****oned up... but the open garage is a gold mine.

 

Not exactly a followed home story. As my father got older he would open the garage and barns to anyone who would stop and ask to see inside. (he seldom did it when younger).
One evening I was having a few drinks at a bar about 30 miles from home. I had a car show shirt on. The guy sitting next to me, that I do not know, starts talking to me about a collection of cars and automobilia he just looked at. Tells me about them being in the middle of nowhere ect. He was very shocked when I told him I knew the guy and told him and that he and his son carry.
The point I am making is that there were other people in the bar listening to this guy. The guy you let see your stuff may be ok. But you never know who he tells.

 

Hello,

One time, when I put on my set of Buick Skylark wire wheels on the newly modified axles and hubs of the 58 black Impala I had the sneaky feeling that after I dropped off my friend in Bixby Knolls, things felt funny on the way home to the Westside of Long Beach. Feeling funny in the Westside of Long Beach back then was not the most happening thing. But, there were some areas of our neighborhood that were a little shaky in the daytime. (we usually never walked in that certain area in the daytime and never at night…)

For the several miles on various streets I drove to get back home, I felt and saw certain headlights following me at intersections. Three people in a car is not an unfamiliar way to travel for cruising all over. So, why is that car following me through some unfamiliar streets I took to see if it actually was following me? One street was a single lane down at the base of the LA River on the Eastside of the Long Beach Freeway. That is a dark street and one side has the back of property fencing, lining the street with the other side, the slope going up to the Los Angeles River steep flood control channel wall.

As I turned down the street, the car did not follow, so I was in the clear. But, by the time I got to the end of the street and hopped on another major street going over the freeway and L.A. River, the same car started following me again. One versus three is not good odds, so I drove to an area farther away from my own house in a very shaky area with dark streets and guys that hung out on various properties at night. If the following car knew me at all, they certainly did not follow me into this new area. It was not the most accommodating area for any cruisers, let alone a nice custom car with shiny Buick Skylark wire wheels.

Jnaki

It was a one time thing and I never saw that following car again. The shaky neighborhood in that portion of the Westside was enough to frighten them away. Even after that incident, I never drove in that portion of the neighborhood again.

Then several months later, I had moved to a very small apartment for the whole summer and had to park my 58 Impala on the street, as there was no available parking garages for renters. But, the street was one of the busiest side streets that ran into 2nd Street shopping/dining area in Belmont Shore downtown area. The parking on the streets was usually bumper to bumper for the renters.

Everything was in a safe area as it was a great neighborhood, an established community and big old homes that had split accommodations for the renters, like me. Our complex owner lived in A, upstairs. Then there were units B,C,D and in the back yard next to the separate laundry room for everyone, unit E, a small one room living area that I called home for the summer. The bathroom was a separate unit with its own door unit and everyone had access to the laundry room. In the corner of the laundry room, a curtained shower for unit E was set up.
thanks @themoose
At almost the end of summertime activities, one night I parked on the busy main street, my friends bumper tagged me front and rear in their parking spaces while visiting. But, by the time midnight rolled around another friend dropped by and wanted to know if I had loaned my Impala to someone. It was missing from the main parking area on the street. What???

Someone had followed me to the very public parking area and somehow stole my 58 Impala from its "wedged in place" parking space. No gl*** on the street and several long hours later with a frantic whole popular area searches from friends, we found it hiding in an Eastside of Long Beach darken part of a park near a popular bar that most knew. It was sitting on 4 milk crates with the Buick Skylark wire wheels missing. And they gently unscrewed the black tachometer and disconnected the wiring with care. Not one scratch on the door locks, the dash or around the wheel openings.

Within the end of Summer, + the the following months, the car was sold with black Buick steel wheels in place. I had to move up North to start my "away from home" college activities. So, the mystery still is in place…