While riding about doing errands yesterday, there was a violent attempt to steal my KLR in Denver. I had stopped at a local fuel stop in the AM, and as I was getting off my bike, a homeless person grabbed my full face helmet that I was still wearing at the time, and wrestled me to the ground. It was a total sneak attack that I was def unprepared for. He mounted my bike and tried starting it but it was still in gear and he couldn't start the bike, thankfully. The key was still in the ignition, having cut the motor when I dropped the kickstand. He fled as I recovered. In the process, he stole my iPhone from the tank bag. The creep was a big guy with athletic build and my 64 year physique was not a match during the surprise attack. This city is totally over run by the destitute homeless. From what I see every day in just about every neighborhood that I've visited, the homeless are out in droves as there is nowhere else to hang I suppose, because of the virus restrictions. From what I see and witness daily, the danger is out there and the craziness of the situation makes commuting and just riding for pleasure dangerous. This event was a mind changer.