The guys getting my VIN were startled cause they didn't realize I was just around the corner or something... I'm sure I had a look on my face like,
They just acted like they weren't doing anything and the guy writing dropped the paper. I picked it up and low and behold it had the first 5 numbers of my VIN.
I wanted to get up in their faces, but being a skinny white honky in the middle of Arlington didn't inspire heroic confidence in my ability to keep from getting my face beat in.
That's part of why I went with something besides a honda this time around. Um, that and got tired of no-traction and torque-steer.