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Monday morning. 5:45am. Walk outside with a coffee in one hand and keys in the other. The Ranger isn't there. Not at the kerb where I left it. Not up the street. Not anywhere. I stood there in my work boots on the nature strip at quarter to six in the morning and my whole body went cold. That Ranger had everything. Power tools. Hand tools. Compressor. Impact drivers. Rotary hammer. Oscillating multi-tool. Levels. Clamps. Drawers full of fixings and hardware I'd been collecting for fifteen years. Thirty-eight grand in tools. I'd priced it for insurance once. Didn't buy the coverage because the premium was a joke. Called the cops. Called the boss. Called the missus. The cops found the Ranger four days later. Stripped. Canopy removed. Tray empty. Toolbox cut open with an angle grinder. Everything gone. Insurance covered the vehicle. Market value minus excess. The tools? Not covered on my car policy. I'd need separate tool insurance. Which I didn't have. Two weeks off work while I tried to replace everything. Lost about twelve grand in jobs I couldn't take. Clients went to other sparkies. Some of them never came back. A mate on a different site told me about the Driveway Defender. Anti Apex. Fifty bucks. Braided steel cable. Connects the steering wheel to the seatbelt chassis bolt. "Even if they clone the key and start the engine, the wheel doesn't turn," he said. "Seatbelt mount is welded to the frame. You'd need an angle grinder and five minutes of noise to get through it." Fifty dollars to protect thirty-eight grand in tools and my ability to earn a living. I can't get my tools back. But I can make sure it never happens again. 250,000 sold across Australia. Zero defeated. 👉 antiapex.com/products/defender