I caught a guy taking pictures of my ride, and talking to someone on his phone between shots, as I was leaving a kind of seedy grocery store last night (needed limes for cocktails, it was an emergency).
I used the remote to unlock it from about 150 feet away. My Camaro was, of course, parked way out from the group of cars in front of the store.
He looked nervous and said, 'Is this your car?'
I said, 'Yep.'
Him: My buddy just got one with the red stripe.
Him: You like it?
Me: Yeah, it's a nice ride.
I got in my car and rode away, luckily a couple of miles from there.
When I got up this morning, I expected to be sans wheels.
Got to get those locking lugs...