In the old days, a designer working on an airplane wing handed a bunch of punch CARDS to the computer operator and waited a week to get back thousands of Numbers on fanfold paper.

And I would've done a hell of a lot more than punch myself in the eye to get a car.

I stumbled around like a 8 punch-drunk 9 heavyweight with only one thought in my suddenly numb head: "If you fall down you'll get your new suit dirty."