This reminds me of a story my dad told of a lady driving a Model A. She stopped at a filling station and the attendant noticed a crack on one of her fenders. He told her he could stop the crack from going any further if she would like. She said please do. He goes in and gets a brace and bit and drills a hole right at the end of the crack. She looks on with a perplexed look. She asks what that does. He tells her the crack goes into the hole and having no where to get started again stops right there. She says “ I’ll be damned, I always wondered what my belly button was for”.
What you did there, I see it.