OK... so 2 connections to that car and your story.
My wife's dad's cousin's son (WTF is THAT in relation?) had this thing for ripping off those cars along with his buddies - or so I later found out.  I have no idea why.
So when we first moved to Portland, OR, he invited me to go to a strip club with some of his buddies.  Well... It was considered a juice bar as they had lost their liquor license for serving underage.  So from time to time, we were going out to the parking lot to have a few swigs.  At one point, one of the guys comes swinging around the parking lot in a shiny orange Maverick and tells us to hop in.  M'okay.
Welp... As we're heading down I-5, he tells us he had just hot wired it in the parking lot.
Nope.  Wasn't drunk enough for that.  I head locked him from the back seat and told him he could either pass out and crash or let me out on the side of I-5.  I wasn't going to jail for this douche.
I walked about 2 miles to a pay phone and had Becky pick me up.
About a week later I simply cold cocked the idiot when he had the audacity to come by joking about it.
The other is way simpler.  I grew up with that Electrolux canister vacuum and even took it with me when I went to college.  Let me guess.  Grey, weener dog looking thing that you flipped open to retrieve the bag.  Best damned vacuum I've ever owned to this day.