I'm bummin with ya. Really, really, really hate getting stuff ripped off. I could loose it, give it to the .......s, whatever, but getting it stolen just fries me. I had a bike broken into once. They busted both latches on the trunk, dug through a few hundred dollars worth of leathers and stole a Ray Ban case with a pair of five dollar glasses in it. I could still strangle the fools. Next time around it was my shed. They got a Jonsereds saw that time. Loved that saw. Was my father's. Ok, I gotta quit thinkin about it. Blow out a blood vessel or something.