So, once or twice or 4 times a year I happen to come to Chuck's house and mention that something doesn't work on Murray. This time I had to rescue his Scirocco, Rose, off the side of the road (Steve Chamberlain will tell you, it's cheap, but it ain't free) and I told Chuck that he had to fix some electrical Grimlin, my very dim low beam headlights. So far he has fixed that. It took a long time and phone calls and diagrams, but he finally found that a ground wire was connected wrong, and for the first time in Murray's life with me, he has bright low beams. But, before I left for Galveston, I put in a cool '58 speedometer (it has a see through needle) and now some stuff doesn't work under that dash and since he is already under there, why not fix the windshield wipers and the fog lamps and the right hand turn signal? Yeah, why not? It's not like I'm abusing him or anything. I have not asked him to fix the dent in the door, have I? And Gerald, good thing I didn't strap the orange battery down, I had to use it to power the winch to get Chuck's car on the trailer.