Last I was visiting the big city some guys almost got away with my 82 Razesa. It was trash day and I was waiting in the front yard for my wife so we could go on a ride. The bike was leaning against a tree on the other side of which a row of trash cans waited. I stepped behind a bush for a moment, really no more than it takes to do that stuff, and when I emerged a couple of smiling and laughing Hispanics were ready to dump my bike in the back of their pick-up. Soo close.