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my car doors are always locked and the windows are usually at least half way up. I have kids, what can I say. Ever since Zoe was happily throwing diaper wipes out of the window on I-90, they've pretty much been up.
When I stop on the street, I check the locks, no matter what the person looks like. Anyone can be crazy. In fact, when I lived in Louisiana and my car broke down, the only person who helped (edit) me on a dark, rainy night was this old, scary, toothless homeless-looking dude. He walked over and helped me push my car until it started again. So, I'm really not scared of any particular person, but you never know.
But I never lock the Jeep - what's the point, it's a ragtop?
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