Scott Hardie | May 6, 2003
Today I received my father's old Cagiva attaché case, which my mother and I gave to him as a gift around 1990. It's still in good shape, and to get it for free is better than buying a new one. The only problem is, I don't know the combination to get it open, and neither does my mother. It's got a three-digit combination on each side. These might be the same three-digit number. I don't know if it's actually a six-digit combination that must be entered all at once. It was set to 700 173 when I obtained it; I have also tried 830 830 (my father's birthdate), and 000 000 and 123 123 as reset codes, all to no avail. I can't find anything about Cagiva online except their under-construction official site and an online store selling their briefcases today. I don't really want to call the company in Italy to find out the reset combination. Any ideas?

Erik Bates | May 6, 2003
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