Parking for the hotel was either on the street or on the top floor of a parking garage. The former required moving every 2 hours and the latter required affixing a flimsy paper cutout to my 'handlebars'. In a town filled with raging goofballs, I opted to hide my bike in the garage, as I'm sure the only sportbike on the street would have invited lots of 'test rides' which would have left my Panigale on its side. The parking garage was filled with like-minded dipsticks, but there were far less of 'em.
The good news? When I went out in the morning my bike was still upright. The bad news?
$25 is better than a dented tank and cracked fairings, but still an unwelcome sight at 9am.