Where I grew up, on the Lake Michigan shore in a little town called Holland, I basically never locked the doors on my first two cars. With the notable exception of my older brother stealing my car from our high school parking lot, so he didn't have to burn his own gas (I still own you for that, Aaron), there just didn't seem to be cause to worry about a locked door. To this day, in some of the more genteel areas of the country, I have friends and relatives who leave keys in the ignition pretty much permanently, as losing a key is far more likely than having a car stolen.
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