On Sunday up on Seymour, I locked my board up on the rack then went into the caf and got a seat at the window looking right at the rack. While I was sitting, some grimy looking guy started standing around the rack, smoking and looking at the equipment. Eventually he looked up and saw me staring right at him, and I was making no attempt to be casual about it. He got a slightly alarmed look and left. I don't know if he was sizing them up or just casually looking while waiting for someone, but if he'd gone for ANY piece of equipment I'd have gone out and shitkicked him.
I told my kids, "Someday, you'll have kids of your own." One of them said, "So will you."
-- Rodney Dangerfield.