A small italian rust factory.
Summer is almost gone, I don't really need another leaking open top. Especially as my favourite drunken welder has just had his workshop burn to the ground, including his Cebora mig, his oxy kit and bottles, all his tools, his compressor, two customer cars, all the plumbing for his two post lift, and the autospares store next door.
And no, he wasn't welding while drunk when it started. He wasn't even in the building. And stupidly he wasn't insured.