Out with the old, in with the new.
I’m sure you’ve all heard the fairytale before about how boss man Scott fixes a wrecked Mustang with his Midas touch. Yeah well, I was the driver of said Mustang and the right-rear wheel was run over a curb while trying to throttle my way out of a local car meet. Don’t blame me though - the tire pressure was off by 0.06 PSI and a Coke was spilled by someone on the road before the car was driven through it.
So I trashed it and got a new one.