..last night the doorbell rang at night. Answered the door, with my hand on the Steyr. I open it and see a black lab wagging his tail, and what doesn't immediately register as my off duty cop neighbor with a Beretta 92FS tucked under one arm, and a tupperware container in the other hand. I pulled my shirt down over the gun and stepped outside to talk to him. Apparently someone jacked an older Kawasaki from the complex about a block from where my V Star is parked. He was cool enough to give me the heads up to lock my bike up. Turns out there was a witness, as the cop was taking the stolen motorcycle report, some guy comes up and asks the cop if he was taking a stolen bike report. The guy apparently watched them walk the bike to a truck and take off. I interrupted the cop to express my fervent desire to ever witness some shit like that. He tapped the butt of the Beretta and agreed. I told him I'd leave him some if I got there first. +1 for good neighbors.. especially armed ones.