I have an alarm - well, it's a GPS unit. No point in an alarm, it just makes noise. The GPS unit means I can go find Scoot and burn the fucker's house down at the same time (violence is the answer sometimes...).
Forget about auto start (although most bikes won't start in gear). The only time that I've seen auto start makes sense is in Minnesota winters - the car is covered buy 3 feet of snow, and the car is nice and toasty by the time you shovel the snow off it.
Its diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; its life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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