Boston. Since I'd spent my childhood in Seattle and my parents had a garage, I was horrified after I let my Boston-native ex borrow my car, and when she picked me up, both bumpers were spiderwebbed and had gouges from license plate screws in them. "Bumpers are for
bumping into things," she said to me, like I had missed the most obvious thing in the world. People in Boston do, indeed, just bump into cars with abandon... you'll walk past a brand-new Audi, and its bumper is all cracked and gouged from love-tap after love-tap. If I end up going back home for school or something, I'm going to have to shell out an extra few hundred bucks a month for a place with a garage or a space, and swap out for a hardtop
LA's Koreatown is horrific. The parking is a disaster - there are nowhere near enough spaces - so consequently, space is at a premium, and people love tap your car way too much. In some of the areas around Beverly and Vermont, over towards Normandie and third, it's epic-horrible, and the theft is pretty awful too. After I moved and got a place with its own space, my car still got vandalized twice when parked in... let me be blunt... poorer areas. It wasn't a super-nice car, but it was a late-model Jetta VR6 with rims and tinted windows, and probably the newest car on the block by at least ten years when someone keyed it taillight-to-headlight. Just sockin' it to
the man for parking his car in the 'hood to while he beds a native girl, I guess.
My S2000 got broken into three times in Seattle; twice on First Hill, and once in Maple Leaf, which is a pretty benign neighborhood. By contrast, my car has never been broken into in SF, and while my car was keyed up in LA, it was never actually broken into. One of the times my car got broken into in Seattle, when the realized there was nothing of value, they slashed my seats up for good measure.