Wow. Our bad luck runs together PKM. My bike was stolen from our garden the last Tuesday. It was worth about 750 bucks and I bet whoever stole it was knowing it. But more importantly it was meaningful for me because I had put it together three years ago with my own hands and gradually upgraded it. Painting it was days of work because I had drawn several of dark grotesque figures and flames without using any templates.
I had a lot of good memories with it, made a big badass tour in the southern cities with friends. Now it's gone and God knows what kind of low life form rides it.
I feel your frustration.
Time to install that camera, bro...