Musical Car or Music”alley”

This morning, as I was walking to my car parked in the alley, I heard some music. The closer I neared my car, the louder the music. It turns out I left the keys in my car, with the radio on and the door unlocked all night…in an alley, in urban Los Angeles, where all kinds of people walked by my musical car and not one of them entered my car. Either there are a lot more honest people here than I give them credit for, or I have a very undesirable car.