I'll never forget when i was a little kid my uncle had a badass 66 chevelle (zz4, doug nash 5 speed, 12 bolt 3.73's burgundy with black interior, decent body) and on thanksgiving, of all the days in the year, it was half *ss stolen. he had block of switches for the electric fan, fuel pump, starter, etc. so they were slightly confused by it at first sight but they managed to get it rolling down the block and got caught by a patrolling cop (the odds of that are slim to none around here), my uncle got his car back and we all lived happy ever after... the next story is a sad one and the reason why when my 71's done i'm taking every antitheft precaution i could imagine.... My grandpa had an mint absolutely MINT 1965 GTO, navy blue, white vinyl top, white vinyl interior, 4 speed, 389 tri power, 390 gears when he was younger. he got drafted and made it back home, came back and specifically bought this car, so it had alot of meaning. one night while they were living in whitestone queens it was stolen right from in front of their place. he searched high and low, asked all the shady characters he knew if they heard anything and he never found it. to this day he gets a little emotional about his 'ol GTO and the fun times he had in it. thats the short version of the story but the point is Take no chances with youre pride and joy