Never, ever tell somebody that, DF. I've been making that mistake my whole life and the second you tell somebody there's no rush they will take it to heart and pretty much never finish what you're asking them to do.
So, my mom calls last night asking if she can borrow one of my pickups to go get Christmas trees. I looked out the window at my Ford Ranger, with its flat tires, empty gas tank, and engine that hasn't ran in almost 6 months. Needless to say, mommy gets to take my supercharged Dodge over to the Christmas tree farm to get whatever she's after. That should be an interesting trip.

She and her boyfriend actually borrowed it once before to haul something, they were both laughing about the biker they blew smoke on when they gave it back. I'm still waiting for that guy to recognize my truck in traffic and come up and stab me.

Also, I'm bringing my timing back some. It was 32* out this morning and I didn't think the old turd was going to start. Before the timing bump it would have fired like it was 90* out.