Anyway...last saturday my wife wanted me to go to a garage sale down the street. The family that lived about 6 houses away from us was moving and selling tons of crap.They had the usual stuff including a large table filled with spray paint, cleansers, and other cans of stuff. Everything on the table was marked fifty-cents, including the 12 cans of R-12 Freon
I nearly tore the pocket off my pants getting my wallet out. It took three cans in my Slick to get back that frozen-knee sensation while driving.