
Btw, I finally realized why no one works on their cars in my parking garage. In my building, no one gives each other the time of day. But open up the hood and it's like brain surgery is taking place. "WHAT IS GOING ON???" Holy crap everyone came out of the woodwork to talk. One guy in particular kept returning to tell me about the Mazda he rebuilt in the '80s. Everyone means well but omg at some point it's like I'm hanging out the cold parking garage for a reason, people!