Well, I stole it back, anyway.
Gina's car got swiped at a park-n-fly in South San Francisco about a week ago, then found yesterday in San Bruno. I guess The Portable Dad thing (and The Portable Mom thing...) is literal because Diane and I drove in today to get the car. (And it's not just because we're nice - the car is in Diane's name and they would only release it to her.)
Anyway, stops at the SSF PD and San Bruno PD and then to the towing yard that hauled it. The guy said the ignition had been punched, which didn't surprise me too much. My plan, based on nothing more than wishful thinking, was that if the thieves could punch the ignition then start it with a screwdriver, then so could I. I brought a few tools.
The tow guy pulled the car out to the street, then we were on our own. The key didn't work. A screwdriver didn't work. A smaller screwdriver didn't work. One of the nice things about messing with something that's already seriously broken is that you don't really have to worry about breaking it more. So I tried a few more tools and hit on the magic combo - the car started right up.
Gina and Ben got it back home, where they will deal with real repairs later. (Or carry screwdrivers on their key rings - who can say?) Fortunately the damage wasn't much more extensive than that so the car should make a full recovery.