So at the Vic BBQ, G-man barrels up to me, grabs me by the shirt, drags me over to his Zed & thrusts my nose at the slightly corroded bits on the Ricey.
"Fix this!"
"I can't - I'm too busy"
"I'll beat you up!" (G-man is a big bugger)
"OK OK - Have to be after Christmas though"
"NO! Next weekend I'll drop it off"
"I can't G-Man, I..."
G-Man gets a wheel brace out...
"Umm... well next weekend sounds good!"
So... G-man dropped it off on Saturday & I got to work:
Cracked LHS guard corner:
Fixed:
Ugliness in doors:
Would you like your doors in one piece or two, G-man?
Ewww...
Extra well ventilated:
More as it happens...