Getting Your Car Stolen

I found out this weekend how un-fun it is to have your car stolen.

Even though we live in a supposedly "safe" neighborhood in SF, the car was parked underneath our second-floor window as of Saturday night at 11pm, and had disappeared by 10am Sunday.

The move up from Santa Monica back to SF was supposed to be marked with lots of joy, and even though it's great to be here, this certainly puts a damper on my arrival.

If you see my silver Acura TL Type-S with a bike rack and Detroit Red Wings rear license plate frame, do give me a shout!