Just a funny thing (to me anyway) about that car. After it had burned the second time, I went down to orlando to possibly buy it as a project car. The car had been put outside, and it was obvious he had had enough of this project. The damage wasn't all that bad, and it's a very solid car, so oh well. A little rust here, and there from the weather, no big deal at all. I am neither religious, nor superstitious so I got in the car to see if my fat butt would fit. I snapped up the window net, and settled in the seat. All good, and I'm ready to make an offer. The window net won't release and I can't get out. Jimmy had to get a pry bar to get the net down for me to exit. I had a thought run through my head about being on fire that killed all ambition lol.