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Back in the late '90's I worked in Detroit as an engine designer so I was a member of SAE (Society of Automotive Engineers). When Chrysler was launching the Prowler, SAE hosted an event at the Chrysler plant (I want to say it was on 8 mile) that was building the Viper and was doing pre-production builds of the Prowler. A buddy from work and I drove there to attend. That plant was in an area that would have made downtown Beirut look like a tourist destination. A mile from the plant on the 4 lane highway (which was practically deserted), there was a torque converter laying in the middle of one lane with a huge wet stain of trans fluid around it. No sign of any vehicle it might have belonged to. It looked like a bloody crime scene. No offense to anyone on here that is from (or likes) that area but it really is bad. The plant was surrounded by a large fence with razor wire. Yeah, razor wire.
Back in the late '90's I worked in Detroit as an engine designer so I was a member of SAE (Society of Automotive Engineers). When Chrysler was launching the Prowler, SAE hosted an event at the Chrysler plant (I want to say it was on 8 mile) that was building the Viper and was doing pre-production builds of the Prowler. A buddy from work and I drove there to attend. That plant was in an area that would have made downtown Beirut look like a tourist destination. A mile from the plant on the 4 lane highway (which was practically deserted), there was a torque converter laying in the middle of one lane with a huge wet stain of trans fluid around it. No sign of any vehicle it might have belonged to. It looked like a bloody crime scene. No offense to anyone on here that is from (or likes) that area but it really is bad. The plant was surrounded by a large fence with razor wire. Yeah, razor wire.
I swear when ever I take something apart a portal to another dimension opens up near me and any small part that hits the floor jumps through it never to be seen again. And a being on the other side of the portal wonders where the things they keep finding are coming from.
I swear when ever I take something apart a portal to another dimension opens up near me and any small part that hits the floor jumps through it never to be seen again. And a being on the other side of the portal wonders where the things they keep finding are coming from.
I've always had a theory those parts go to the same place as missing socks and 1/2" sockets.
