I can imagine that as a hilarious Youtube video.
When I was very young, and barely able to walk, I made it over to my grandfather's neighbor's brand new car. I started dropping gravel from his driveway into a hole in his bumper, I guess because I could. And that was back when cars had such bumpers.
I don't remember any of it, but he reminded me about it every time I returned, because he was reminded of me every time he took a turn. He never did get all the gravel out.
Larry was the best Mechanic I ever saw.
It was funny watching him analyze the troubles.
He knew it was me right off the bat, but he had no idea I had learned from the Master.
It was a good larf.