My '87 300TD is presently tied with my '73 VW Thing for the most persnickety primadonna and pocket drainah of all time...I predict it will very soon reign supreme in this realm of ultimate shame.
But it's the hall of _your_ shame, not the car's, right? I mean, the poor thing just wants to be left alone, and yet there you are standing over it grinning maniacally and holding a welder... -- Jim
