I had friends like that once upon a time.
I was running second in points at the local dirt track, nearing the end of the season. An ahole from another track came to ours, got pissed 'cause I beat him in the trophy dash & put me into the wall on the last lap of the main. Car was towed off the track with the right front about 2' higher than it should be.
The next day I was on a plane to San Diego for work.
Flew back in Friday. One of the guys picked me up from the airport & we drove straight to the shop, I was going to work on it over night.
Got to the shop & at least 10 of the guys I race with were there (family & friends). They'd covered the front of the car with a tarp, looked like I'd left it - all poked up in the right front. There was talk they were there to help work on it.
A couple of them pulled the tarp off, dropping the pole they'd used to hold it up in the air. The car looked like it'd never been wrecked!
Those lovely sons-of-bitches had pulled the front end & engine, cut off the front clip & replaced it during the week. All while working their day jobs & working on their own cars. I won the dash & the main that week.
Sure do miss those guys & gals..........
