not sure exactly why, but there is a definite change in the intensity at my place...
I was sitting in my office (the cab of my truck in the parking lot) and talking to gram, when I saw shadows slip past the house. hmmmmm. (we shoot strangers at night here)
was my newish nebbors. wanted to borrow a tool. hmmmmm. (i kinda don't do that)
I offered to go see if I could just do what they wanted to borrow it for. (a steering wheel puller)
they are buying this turd from another more distant nebbor. (young, brunette, chunky, pincushiony...) her boyfriend was running the repair process. (a new igition tumbler)
I walked up and opened the door. said oh ****, it's a theft recovery...
no.
he has practically disassembled the interior. (no air bags
thank god)
the steering wheel don't hafta come off. nor did most of the other stuff.
going back in the morning and pop it out for him when I can see and all.
10 minutes and no charge.
the story is worth that...
the other repair story in a bit, my tea is ready.