Rode a bike across the Nullarbor, ended up back at home in Tasmania. I stayed at a place with a carport and I religiously locked my bike to one of the posts every night. Got up one morning, then noticed the bike was gone. I had forgotten once to lock it up. My replacement bike went into a shed around the back where a rather large and noisy dog roamed. I didn't really miss the bike that was stolen. It was a low-end steel job, but it got me into cycle touring.