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I have a story on Byron´s theme conserning my brother. He lives out back in the middle of nowhere on a large rural estate. He is big on motorcykles. Particularly HD´s. Has quite a collection in one of the barns.

Now, a couple of years ago he had repeated attempts to brake in that particular barn. Finally he got fed up with fitting heavier steel bars, doors and locks. He resolutely charged the door with electricity. Not lethal voltage but very painful. Thinking strategically, he plugged it to a timer. They use the facilities during the days so he had the timer started at late evening and cut it in the morning.

For over six months he was successful. No more attemts on his property. He was sporting a rather smug grin whenever the subject came up, feeling pretty darn proud of himself.

Well, late one friday night, having some friends over for dinner and drinks he ran out of beer. Realizing that and remembering having stashed away a few boxes in said barn, he happily went out to fetch refills..