Carntyne’s self-service surveyor’s shop
Given the reputation that the BBC in particular seems to portray the east end of Glasgow with, I’m often surprised at the number of cars I pass in the street, empty, often with the driver’s door open, keys in the ignition… and the engine running – they seem to be quite happy to leave them like this as they pop into a shop, or run along an adjacent side-street to post a letter.
It only takes seconds to jump into such a car, slip it into gear, and drive off, with little or no chance of the driver (often a lady) getting anywhere near the car as it speeds off.
Although it seems to have been disabled for the UK, I noticed that my own cars’ immobiliser features a system that kills the ignition under a given set of ‘Drive Off’ conditions, primarily intended to defeat car-jackers. Reading the notes, it seems the idea is that you just let them take the car and then make yourself scarce, so that when the car eventually dies and cannot be restarted, they can’t run back and force you to start it for them.
This all came to mind as I wandered through Carntyne yesterday, having offered to collect some pics of the land that once hosted Carntyne Stadium.
The site was razed years ago, and the land became derelict in more recent years, little more than closed streets running through waste ground, and used as nothing more than a dumping ground by fly-tippers and used tyre dumpers.
However, the land is slowly being redeveloped for housing, and this has recently started to move towards the land the stadium once occupied.
Four workers were on site as I walked across it, three shuffling earth around a hole, while the fourth was busy surveying the land. He was working on his own, and had distributed his various pieces of expensive kit around the site, leaving all but the main unit (which he was operating) unattended – and far away. Far away, in terms of having any chance of catching anybody that decided to help themselves to the remote parts.
That said, the stuff is so high-tech (and of course, a system of parts, of which one part on its own is largely useless) that it wouldn’t fetch much under the table in the pub.
But that doesn’t stop it being pinched.
We had our works’ van pinched at least twice in this area – but on each occasion the thieves abandoned it minutes later. Once they had a look in the back, the kit it carried might have been worth £100 k, but it looked like a NASA sparesl, so was never going to be sold on, and they decided to walk away rather than get nicked with it. The police generally found it within 15 minutes of being told of the theft. On one occasion, they reported the thieves had started loading the stuff into a supermarket trolley, then just stopped and walked away as they had no idea what they had.
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