I’m sitting here reading all this crap and thinking that if the papers in my town were anything but ethical they’d have been out out of business decades ago.
I miss the days I could work on my own car. I rebuilt the engine on my ’66 Vet in a weekend while visiting my parents on the west side of Cleveland. I rolled into town late Friday afternoon, tore the engine down that evening, bought the parts the next morning, put it back together that day, and headed back to Purdue Sunday afternoon. “Those were the days my Friend…”
Been there, done that, have the bruises to prove it. LOL (Joking of course.)