
Samuel Dottore had an ideal getaway vehicle, just the right size
to fit his loot: a frozen hunk of meat. In a bizarre tale that asks more questions than it answers, it seems that
45-year-old Dottore met a couple in a bar, was invited back to their home and then offered a ride to a motel. Upon
getting in the car, the couple discovered the purloined potroast. They dropped him off on the side of the
road.
That's where the golf cart comes in. Dottore stole it to get home - a 40-mile drive from Medina, Ohio to his
home in Cleveland.
He was pulled over. He'd been drinking, and he was taking psychiatric medication, so that all
affected his judgment. Ahh... that explains it all!
12-31-2005 @1:35AM Kelley Ritchey said... I think if you're going to transport a large slab of frozen pot roast, you must turbo charge that golf cart for the getaway!
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