I can't help but remember a story my late father told me . . .
It was back in the late 1920's and a buddy of one of his friends had purchased a used car (this was back in Montreal, Quebec). The friend and his buddy worked in the downtown area part way up Beaver Hall Hill. The buddy had parked his car on the hill and somehow the parking brake didn't hold and the car rolled down the hill, hitting a telephone pole. His buddy started to painstakingly repair the front of the car - the radiators in those days were made of brass and the buddy was carefully and painstakingly knocking the dents out of each cell. He had spent weeks working on it, and as he neared completion, the cell he was working on cracked open negating all the weeks of work he had done. The buddy flipped out completely and took an axe to the car and totaled it.
1987 Excella 32-foot
1999 Dodge Ram 2500HD Diesel