Sorry guys, gotta vent. You guys are the only ones who would understand..... <rant mode=on> Less than 15 minutes ago, I was outside working on my 308 (trying to get the stupid passenger-side gas tank out) and a Testarossa pulls up on the side of the street about 50-feet from where I am. The driver gets out and starts walking around his car inspecting it. My arms and my shirt are covered in grime but I get up and walk over to the guy. He looked unfamiliar with the car so I thought maybe it wasn't his (a rental maybe)... I open the conversation with "Nice Testarossa, is it yours?" He glances at me and mutters "yeah." He continues to inspect his car. "I have a 308", I say as I point to it with the rag in my hand. "I used to have a 308", he says without looking up, getting back into his car after never once smiling and just barely acknowldeging me. I give up on the conversation, and as I walk across the front of his car on my way back to my driveway, he revs the engine (aftermarket exhaust). I sort of scoot out of his way and as I do, he speeds off... missing me my inches. A S S H O L E I gotta admit though, it wasn't a total loss. That practically uncapped flat-12 sounded BEAUTIFUL. <rant mode=off> Oh, and a tip for those of you trying to remove your passenger-side gas tank.... get pissed. It helps when you're trying to break it free from the crossover hose.