There was just enough of that broken bolt sticking out to get my vice grips over. Unfortunately it’s a non-standard size that the hardware stores don’t have, so I had to order one. For now I’m stuck driving the mothballed Wrangler and hoping the police don’t notice the expired inspection sticker.
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Please forgive the Prius. It is my sister’s. I try not to think any less of her for it.