[MENTION=59587]Lug[/MENTION] Before I moved into a house with a garage, the only bikes that I considered owning were bikes that I could fit in my apartment, and could be carried up a flight of stairs; I've never considered leaving a bike outside overnight in Anchorage. Now that I've got a garage (which is occupied by a pair of pit bull mixes), my bike collection has trebled. I'm also lucky that my bike parking at work is right out front of the restaurant, which is glass fronted, where my coworkers can all see my bike(s) and will often tell me that someone is eyeing, touching, or photographing my bike(s) (mainly the Pugsley, which is a bit of a trip for many of the tourists who come into the restaurant and have never seen a fat bike; I end up getting pulled into numerous conversations about the fat bike). It also happens to be at the west end of 4th Ave, where the courthouses are, and where the police presence is pretty heavy. So, lucky me, I guess.