A little story from here in Southern California. Couple years ago, while living with my family, my father hears a noise in the house, and wakes me up, yelling at me to get the shotgun. I told him to go to sleep and let them take the $50 stereo, but he was unrelenting. We cleared all 3 stories of the house, and i walked up stairs, and was locking my shotgun away, (loaded, with a side saddle and a pistol grip), when our Ford Explorers alarm goes off. I grab the shotgun and run outside, not bothering with my shoes or anything else (including clothes). I bust open the door, looking for the "target", but not seeing anything but an empty street. While looking around i manage to slip on a large patch of mud, and end up on my backend, muddy, with my shotgun next to me. My father said the sight reminded him of something out of looney tunes with Bugs and Elmer Fudd.
I can only imagine the fear my neighbors would have had if they had seen me run out of the house in just a pair of boxers, shotgun in hand.
By the way, the noise in the house was a towel rack falling on the hard wood floor, (family is paranoid), and the alarm went off because i accidently hit the panic alarm on the key ring.
Hope this bit of comedy and humiliation makes you think twice about being unrational when it comes to protecting your cars.
C.R.