I about took my driver’s area apart one time over an annoying new rattle—glove box, fuse panel, air filter, the works. Turned out to be a tin of Altoids in the console between the front seats.
Here’s a story.
Can’t remember who but in his autobiography he said he worked at an auto salvage yard when he was young. One day he worked and strained to pry apart a warped and damaged door and finally found the problem. A severed lower leg and foot of a corpse were jammed at the hinge, left over from the car accident that killed the person.
Shoe, pant leg and sock still on it.
That means the console had breath as fresh as all outdoors.
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