This takes me back to my days at UCLA, 1968-1978. Bike theft was rampant, particularly as the early 1970s bike boom kicked in, coupled with various dock strikes in 1972-3. My first Capo Modell Campagnolo, #45211 (no longer with us due to my only close encounter of the wrong kind with a motor vehicle) had already been repainted flat black, so I spray painted blotches over it. I had a 4-pound chain and an Abus Diskus lock, and I always tried to park next to a better-looking bike with a flimsier-looking security system. Fortunately, my wife-to-be was living at the YWCA across the street from campus, and I was able to lock up my commuting bikes inside there.