As you've probably heard, the bastards took Jason's car. Now thanks to all of you being so awesome, he was reunited with his baby and can fantasize about putting a Porsche flat-four in it one day. It's a long way to go until full throttle, but he will smile again behind the wheel. Not everybody is this lucky.
The best case scenario is that you find your car on bricks in front of your house. The Sand People took your rims, there's anger, but it's fixable. What's not though is the emotional damage caused by the total disappearance or destruction of your companion for endless roads and many great stories of your life. Cars are family.
If I think about it, my car can propably be opened by a hairpin. What did you lose thanks to sticky fingers, and did you ever get it back?