I have an old friend that I knew around 1983 or so. He's a body man and a painter, and he does work at his house. We're both in our 60's now, so working all the time doesn't happen like it did, but several times over the years, we traded work. He painted my four 68 Chevelles over the years, my Monte Carlo twice in the last 34 years, my red 65 Impala SS convertible, and other stuff as well. He had a 79 Chevy step side, 350 and all, and when I had my 71 El Camino, I built a spare stock 350 for it.( He also painted the El Camino as well), and when I built my 68 Chevelle stocker, I had it up to a roller, and stuck a junk still running 350 in it so it could be movable under its own power, and he right then called asking if I could rebuild the motor in the truck. I explained that I had a Chevelle in need of paint, how would you like to trade jobs? He and I agreed, so I put the Chevelle on the trailer, took it to his house, and returned with his truck. He and I got right to work, his truck motor was absolutely worn out, so I stuck the stock rebuild in it, new water pump, hoses, coolant,plugs, wires, etc. and he sanded and painted the Chevelle and then polished it.Perfect trade, both parties happy. We have done that several times. We've been friends seems like forever, never had a problem, and we both feel that family comes first, cars later. I've always helped my neighbors with cars, that way it kept them off my case in the event of race motors getting started up or cars being loaded,which is a very rare occurrence, but the old saying applies: screw me once, that's your fault, twice and that one is my fault. One neighbor got me like that, and he has such a bad reputation on this street that there isn't anybody that wants to talk to him anymore. He started reporting everybody he could for code infractions, enforcement officers would arrive,only no violations ever resulted in any action. Hasn't happened in a while, so I guess they got tired of him and said so. We had a big remodel done about 7 years ago, I instructed the contractor what was going on, and I wanted him to have a permit for everything before they pulled the first nail. Code enforcement was out a few times, never found anything, no corrections were mandated, life went on. Those are unusual extremes, but I have found out that some limits have to be established when dealing with other people. I've had pretty good relations over all with almost everybody.