It just occurred to me that we'll be able to spot OP from afar
if the SHTF, because he will be the
only guy in Florida with that much firepower
who is hoofing it 45 miles as opposed to carjacking the first person that drives by
and making them drop him off at the end of his block.
Yeah i mean it was definitely my fault i was trying to pry something that i could only grip with pliers.... i was too lazy to walk back inside for real needle noses
In the early 80's, a buddy from college/roommate/... who was Addicted To German Engineering
needed a replacement front suspension spindle for his wife's Beetle.
So we bailed out of an "engagement party" while we were back down in NNJ,
and headed to a VW junkyard so skeezy that you could see Rahway State Prison from there.
I mean, the guy's office was a shipping container,
and his office chair was a bucket seat mounted on the roof.
"We need a (front) (RH?) spindle".
"I got acres of Bugs, go find one and take it off".
We find one, but there's a pesky cotter pin holding some nut on.
"We need to get a cotter pin off; got pliers?"
"Here, use these needle nose".
We get back at it,
and
my buddy busts off a few mm of the tip one of the pliers' jaws.
This was before I learned about things like
mark-ups and overhead and the customer is always right and Harbor Freight,
so I though we were gonna end up in a shallow grave.
Bring the spindle back, and...
"Here's your pliers and the spindle; what do we owe you?"
Names the price,
gets paid in cash,
we get the
hell out of there...