I used to park my bike against a guardrail, chained to the guardrail. I came home to find it leaning away from the guardrail hanging by the chain twice. I caught people sitting on the bike a couple times, usually what I would do was walk outside and talk to them. I'd tell them that they were welcome to sit on the bike as long as I was there, but please not touch it while I'm not around. They thought that I was being so cool about it they started looking after my bike, so that if anyone touched it I knew about it as soon as I got home. I figured if I yelled at them they could always come back and fuck with my bike more after I was gone.
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