Originally Posted by
UncleDave
When I was in my 20's i was living in a rough neighborhood. So, when i moved in I had a bunch of my biker buddies help me, and quite obviously moved in the armory in front of the neighbors, trip after trip after trip. I had a hurricane fence up to the front of the house and 2 big, trained German Shepherds. You could not get into the house without going through them, and they had their own door into the house. Most weekends had a few Harleys parked out front, and loud tattooed guys BBQing in the yard. I never locked my doors and no one ever bothered me, except one time. All the Mexican bangers knew to leave the crazy gringo alone.