I'm going to risk being run off. I was a mechanic in a Mercedez dealership as a young man. A collector had just bought Clark Gable's gullwing Mercedez and wanted some door handles slapped onto it so he could drop the car into his car museum. Our service manager yells out to our smart-assed, red headed mechanic, Chris, a ham by all measures, who grins all the way up to the service desk, grabs the service clipboard, and saunters back through all of us out to the car while purring: "Well, look who got the assignment. Couldn't have picked a better guy."
A minute later, this classic car rumbles in, a bit of grind in the tranny, a hint of blue smoke from the pipe. Then--CRUNCH--as Chris drives the car onto his lift.
We break into loud applause.
Now, the collector has a car with nice, new door handles, a noisy tranny, a smoky engine...
and a bent belly pan.
Last edited by Buster_Dee; 08-27-2011 at 02:50 PM.
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