Nah, you can do that with any sake. The bigger the bottle, the harder they fall. I think Jimmy Cliff should write a song like that

Thanks for translating Aaron to English

People who do not observe boundaries are nothing new, which is why we maintain walls, locks, gates, fences, and borders. If you can't get secured parking for your triplet (as if!), maybe putting a cover over it would deter the touchers while it's parked in public. Not a convenient solution, I know.

Re: the stories of expensive motorcycles or historic cars being mishandled by curiosity seekers: I worked a few months as a historical presenter at the Henry Ford Museum in my hometown of Dearborn, Michigan; there were plenty of incidents involving the patrons handling (and damaging) the artifacts. One memorable example occured during an evening dinner/reception; a guest thought it was a good idea to sit on the 1967 Ford Mark IV race car for a photo op.

Mind you, these vehicles are set behind velvet ropes, or a shin-high railing to alert the patron to stay back. But he was undeterred, and stepped over the boundary. Sitting on the hood, he cracked the headlamp lens cover. Was the guest or the party reprimanded by the museum officials? Sadly, no. Too important a source of revenue to risk offending the jackasses, I gather.

We would often get Japanese tourists who, when caught climbing over the barriers to sit on the vehicles, would feign ignorance of the English language to deflect guilt for their actions. As if.

So, Aaron, if people don't respect priceless artifacts in a world-class museum, we can't expect them to respect your triplet when it's unguarded and within easy reach. The common courtesy of respecting other people's belongings is not so common.

I'm not advocating that you put up with it. I think you should take steps to minimize the unauthorized touching. Cover it and/or secure it.

As a student job i worked in a museum of the universities' med school. Mostly frequented by primary and high schoolers on a field trip. Try keeping 30 kids high on all kinds of candy in the world of priceless brass microscopes and planetaria. One hell of a job, and best not done hung over (yet, surprisingly, always done that way).