I was about to start screaming No-o-o-o-o, and urging you to hang onto your tools. Tools are important to a bloke (I like mine a lot). But then I thought, "Damn soft Yanks. What the hell do they need a fekkin' bike lift for. What's wrong with kneeling on the cold hard concrete for endless hours? Bunch of pussies, and so on ...."Scot wrote: Well . . . now you've got an excuse. Come and get it.
Yep Scot. Sell the damn lift. It'll do yer good, mate. (er ... grin)