I have friend who is about as bonkers as you. Since I've known him since 1965, I can deal with his quirks.
Anyhow, his first car was a 67 Mustang and in 1989 when he got out of the Army I went through his engine for him. I begged his dumb *** to let me hot tank all the small parts, bolts etc. he just wouldn't do it. One day, I stopped by his house and his dumb *** was sitting in the back yard, under a big tree on a big sheet. He had all the crap laid out and had a tub of solvent, several tooth brushes and there he was, hand cleaning all that crap. I said, dude! We can run all that crap trough the tank and it'll be clean every whit. No sweat.
Fat chance. He sat there for I don't know how long and cleaned all that crap by hand.
It is possible you and my friend are cousins.
