I remember the first week I bought my drz 400 sm, its an 09. I drove it over to this girls house to tutor her in math. I live in a suburb outside of San Francisco. After about an hour of tutoring it was time for me to go home. I go outside, and my seat is slashed from head to stern, allll the way down the middle, they even cut some of the padding not just the cover. I WAS PISSED! As I ride it home its feeling a little sluggish, I pull over and the damn rear tire was slashed. Know one knew I had bought the bike, so it wasnt an attack on my by an old foe or something. Some jack*** just saw a nice new shiny bike... To this day, when i think about that, I get chills, what I would do to find the guy who did such a thing, but thats only a fantasy now.