That's not the half of it, Texas. I showed up a week before they "closed" and gave a list to one of the guys because I just happened upon the find, didn't have tools with me or the time...etc. So I gave the guy a list, told him to pull all the stuff off the cars, put it in boxes and send it to me. Paid him for his time. Set up the shipping to just go over and pick up the boxes. Well, he dropped a motorcycle exhaust on his leg, burned the crap out of it, got laid up, time went by, and off to the crusher went an interior with a hand throttle. It's beyond sad. But I learned my lesson. From now on, whenever I travel in Z mode, I carry tools with me.