You can't handle the truth!

[DaBlist]

 

Kaffee: Colonel Jessep, did you order the streets scraped?

Col. Jessep: You want answers?

Kaffee: I want the truth!

Col. Jessep: You can't handle the truth!

Son, we live in a world that has streets, and those streets have to be scrapped clean by men with steel asses. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Mr. 280zx strut swapped Dime? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Really Ratty Rusty Ruby, and you curse the pan scrappers. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Really Ratty Rusty Ruby’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on the street, you need me on the street. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punch line. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and commutes on the very streets I scrapped clean, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a Type I, and scrape pan. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to.
 

[hosestop@msn.com]

So that's the front lower torsion bar/beam on a Roachwagen or what's left of it .

[DaBlist]

Could be a bug, bus, Ghia etc.

[shacks510]

Truth hurts.