I know a fella who works for a place that rents sets of big fancy expensive wheels for people to put on old Suburbans and Caprice Classics. My buddy's job is to repossess them when the renters miss a weekly payment. He has a pickup truck, two floor jacks, a cordless impact wrench, an endless supply of cinder blocks, and the keys to the locks for nearly every wheel known to mankind. I watched him once. Five minutes and he was gone. Like a one man NASCAR pit crew . . .
