...shame on me. I returned to Vancouver today to find that, once again, my motorcycle, parked at my employer's office, had been plundered. This time, the helmet--yes, that's right, the more expensive one--was left alone as was my pricey pair of riding gloves, but the thief lifted the dustcover up to take 1) out of one saddle bag, my magnetic tank bag, containing rain jacket and pants 2) out of the other saddle bag, a bag full of bungee cords and 3) from the luggage rack, a Rubbermaid box, containing a pair of rain slicks that fit over my shoes. Again, I've left this stuff on my bike every trip I make and again, it's not especially valuable stuff, but it's stuff that was very useful to me. I'm glad I'm leaving this city. It's really starting to piss me off.