• Sep 18, 2006
Hide and seek was such a fun game as a child. Trying our darndest to keep our feet from showing from underneath the curtains, oblivious to the fact that our giggling, wiggling forms were so obviously clear to the seeker. As an adult it doesn't have the same appeal, unless you're reading about someone else's misery over losing a seven month long game of it.

The Sun brings us this charming story of "absent minded Eric" who parked his car to do some sightseeing in an unfamiliar town, and failed to record the exact location of his parking spot. Seven months later, the car and Eric have been reunited. You see, Eric came back to the place where he thought he had parked, but the car wasn't there. We suspect some type of Herbie-like spiritual possession. So he searched and searched to no avail. He eventually gave up and took a cab home only to return ten times over the next few months to search again. But the car had hidden itself pretty well. The police couldn't even find it until seven months later when two neighbors finally realized that little Focus out front didn't belong to the other as they had thought, and finally phoned it in.

One of the officers remembered Eric and made the connection. With only a dead battery to show for its shenanigans, the car was soon back in its owner's hands. While we at Autoblog will admit to the odd instance of searching a large parking lot for several minutes trying to remember where we parked, this is truly in a league of its own. But we know some of you must have similarly outrageous stories to share, so feel free to drop us a line in the comments and let us know about that time you misplaced your car.

[Source: The Sun]


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      • 8 Years Ago
      I once lost my car in the parking ramp at the mall of america for about an hour or two even though I park in same the ramp every time. I found my car only after looking through the first three rows of all four ramps and getting a box of fairy oddparents band-aids at the dollar store to ease the pain of the blisters I got because of the flip flops I was wearing. it was a really dumb and out of it type of day.
      • 8 Years Ago
      My father was never a car guy. And there were several times when he was traveling for business that he lost his rental car because he couldn't remember what kind of car he had.
      • 8 Years Ago
      Shame on you for not pouncing on the perfectly set up of a "Dude, Where's My Car?" headline. I'm scraping the ole' shame carrot at the screen.
      • 8 Years Ago
      I clicked on the link to read the story in The Sun, but I just couldn't get past Page 3 :)
      • 8 Years Ago
      "I see stupid people".
      • 8 Years Ago
      Dude, where's my car?
      • 8 Years Ago
      Which liberal American politician was that again?
      • 8 Years Ago
      I think theres one major aspect to this story that the usually dilligent *cough* sun has missed out. Every-other damn car on the road is a Ford Focus. His being a MK1 and in black (unless I'm very much mistaken) really isn't going to help matters. Good ol' Eric can just count himself lucky it wasn't in a Motorway service station, it would have taken twice as long to find it amongst all the other generic rep-mobiles.
      • 8 Years Ago
      This guy sounds like a bit of a wally.
      • 8 Years Ago
      "But the car had hidden itself pretty well"

      Um, how exactly did the car hide itself? Sounds like the guys is a complete idiot. How does even find the keys to it in the morning or his house on the way home from work?
      • 8 Years Ago
      As an About Com test driver who brings his testers home to Vancouver Island every week, I've often lost cars in the parking decks of BC Ferry's giant Superferries. The decks are dimly lit, the cars are parked closely together, and I sometimes forget whether I parked on the port or bow side and in which of the eight rows. To make things more confusing there may be other similar cars in the hold, sometimes of the same color; on more than one occasion I've found myself trying to get into the wrong vehicle. And – yes, this is true – I've even forgotten what make of car I was driving. (Perhaps understandable when you're testing dozens of vehicles each year.) What makes this scary, though, is that as the ferry approaches the docks I have the dreadful feeling that someday an entire shipload of drivers will be blocked as I dash frantically up and down the two vehicle decks in search of a car I can't identify.
      Jim
      • 8 Years Ago
      after one overnight campout with some other land rover owners we couldnt figure out whose was whose because of all the mud covering our already similar cars, since all of our keys were in the cars we had to look at what was in the cars to figure out whose was whose.