So there I was, it was about noon, and I was on my way home from visiting my mom at work. I pull up to the stop sign at 1st street and Walterscheid. Coming up on the right is a silver pickup, with a black top and a black strip on the bottom. A cracked windshield and tinted windows, combined with the fact that this was a 3/4 ton 2wd truck with a mid 80's grille made me sure it was my dad driving by on his lunch break or something. So I'm about to wave when I notice something odd: The driver wasn't my dad. Curious, I waited for the next opportunity to go through the intersection, and started following this guy. I caught up to him at the four-way stop at the top of the hill, where I noticed the paint on the top was extremely faded, and the truck had been registered this month. This HAD to be my dad's truck, what are the chances of this many things being EXACTLY like his? He went straight, and fortunately I didn't have to wait for anyone else to go through the intersection before me, so I was able to stay about 30 yards behind this truck-stealing jerk. I thought I'd just see where he was going and then go to my dad's office just to be sure he didn't loan the guy his truck before jumping to conclusions and breaking out the #3 Driver club I have in my back seat (for the driving range, not to use as a weapon normally) and crushing this idiots skull. We get to a red light, and I saw him look back at me through his mirrors and I looked at him through his mirrors. It was on now, he knew I was on to him. The light turns green, he turns left, I follow, he keeps watching me. He turns right, I follow. He turns right again onto a dirt road and speeds up considerably, obviously trying to lose me. Wondering if I should call the cops and get them in on the chase, I saw him pull into a driveway. I kept driving by and pulled over behind a few trees around the curve. He gets out and looks over at me and goes into his house. So I write down this thief's address and decide to stick to my original plan of asking my dad about it before calling the police or roughing the guy up a bit. I went as quickly as I possibly could, without speeding, to my dad's office. What do I find parked right outside? Yes, my dad's truck. I didn't even bother to stop, I just kept going. Feeling quite silly for jumping to conclusions (though not unreasonably in my opinion), I came home and decided to have some lunch. I hope you all enjoyed hearing of my high-paced action-packed adventure of the day.