Those rotten b**tar*s.
There are very few things in this world that make me feel as vulnerable or as impotent as I feel when I get ripped-off. I feel your pain.
I live in what we lovingly refer to as "The Ghetto". Which, given that I lvie in Utah, is actually a really nice neighborhood.

But over the years we've had our share of thefts. I think the first was with my first Spider back in 1987. Doors unlocked, but the thief wasn't smart enough to check, he just slasahed the top. Tore the crap out of the dash trying to remove the stereo, and then took my cassettes. (before CD's!

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Right now I make my living selling, among other things, copper building wire. All over the country there's been a rash of dumb-a**es stealing copper wire from constructions sites, or in many cases right off of buildings in-use. And it never fails, sooner-or-later you can read the story about somebody being electrocuted when they grab ahold of the wrong wire to pull it out of the building. I'm not a guy who would ever wish that on anyone, but there is a certain amount of irony to it.
Watch Ebay for that tailgate of yours!
I'm no Boy-Racer..... but if I can't take every on-ramp at TWICE the posted limit.... I'm a total failure!