Once upon a time, I was too lazy to remove the "teeth" of the rear bumper to look at them from the inside. Their appearance is not satisfactory.
It turned out, in vain. Years passed, and corrosion, the focus of which I missed and ran, blossomed riotous color and had eaten through one canine. It was ugly. I do not like the hole in the gland. They disturb my peace of mind.
I had to ring up friends svalochnikov in the country a potential enemy and search canines to replace. Place was very sincere. Some people I have not spoken for more than fifteen years. It was curious to find out how life is dispensed with these people all the time. With one friend from some incredible holes in Tennessee, I hung on the line for an hour. This dear man had spent most of their lives alone with two thousand old Chrysler that lie at its landfill, and never went anywhere on Dubrovka. He talked about the children grew up, the hard times in the economy, recalled how at the beginning of our acquaintance he first could not believe it myself, and then convince the local cronies that he has a client from Moscow. He said that a picture of my car still hangs on the wall at a local bar. Eighteen years ago, I ordered for him a large - 30 x 20 - card, where my Fury snapped on Vasilyevsky Spusk, against the background of St. Basil's Cathedral and Spasskaya Tower of the Kremlin - the most recognizable monuments to foreigners our architecture. Without such documentary proof of his friends raised a laugh over stories about the client from Russia. In general, the men recalled the past days.
Just as before, abroad helped. I sent a couple of "fangs" to replace my tired. Products quite strong, thick metal, chrome on the outside does not damage or corrosion. From the inside it's not so nice. Rust enough.