hey, I like that idea... haul off "the rubbish" and assume the car is rubbish. I'd pick the car out of the real rubbish though. I'd have fallen out of the retard tree and hit every branch going down if I didn't.
I didn't ask the guy yet. He's pretty mysterious, I hardly see him outside. Personally I'm kind of freaked about him. But maybe he's a Finding Forrester kind of guy or what ever that sean connery movie was with some kids in the city and this bookworm in an apartment.