Global warming sucks. The sky is cloudy almost every night and starry gazing has gone right down the tubes. Plus, all of this rain has caused everything to sprout molds and fungi...including our car after leaving the windows down through one too many storm.

Faith spent a fun packed weekend scrubbing the upholstery by hand, with a nasty concoction of borax and vinegar. All that got us was a car that smelled like primordial salad with vinaigrette dressing.

I'm a firm believer in taking things apart as an approach to fixing any and everything. Taken down to small enough components most things reveal their secrets and flaws. Which is exactly how I attacked the car problem.

How hard is it to take carpet out? Well, believe it or not, the fine folks at the VW assembly plant install the carpet and under-padding BEFORE the dash. There are air ducts and structural supports blocking the one-piece carpet from coming out. Nothing a sharp knife can't remedy.

The secret to taking cars apart is not to approach with, "what's the easiest way to disassemble this?" No, think, "what would be the strangest and hardest way?" Remember, there wasn't a windshield when the dash was installed, heck there probably wasn't an engine.

That was last night. The funny part happened on the way to work this morning.

Walking through the garage, on the way out to the other vehicle, Zeke jumped right into the disassembled VW. He's standing there, in more or less the passenger section of flooring, with an expectant look on his face. "Hey, ho, let's go!"

This proves two things:

1. Zeke is an auto mechanic at heart and could tell that, technically, the car was still drivable.
2. Dogs aren't all that impressed with the butt-shaped things we call seats. Couches yes, bucket seats no.

Needless to say he was pretty bummed when I made him get out of the car and hop in the truck.