I actually had the wheels of a car stolen off the car. It was my first car, a mint condition Accord hatch back that I practically stole thanks to a generous alumni of my college. I parked the car in front a friend's house for a get together. I heard what sounded like the text book Honda ignition but paid it no mind. Came outside car is gone like the wind. Spent a few days calling the police with no success. Then I get a call from the NYPD asking me to call an impound lot in a really bad part of the Bronx. "We have your car, bring a tow truck and some wheels". I'd never been to the Bronx before... I took a mechanic friend of mine. As soon as we parked a swarm of NY's finest came from all directions in their squad cars with their guns drawn. A crime was in progress directly accross the street.
Only in NYC. My car had no wheels, no brake calipers, no radio of course, they pried out the digital clock on the dash and even tried taking apart the windshield but gave up. Back in NJ we drove to a junkyard and picked up much of what I needed.
That wasn't fun and now that I think about it explains a recurring dream I've had over years where I park my Boxster and come back to find it's gone. Which reminds me why did everyone stop using those red steering locks that were so popular in the 1990's?