We went around tonight to catch them as off guard as we could, and it seems pretty decent. There were a ton of nasty cats that were roadkill worthy, but no meth labs that we could find. The sight of a uniformed Salt Lake County Sheriff with marked car didn't surprise anyone in the least, so that made me feel a ton better.
Yes, we chatted with EVERYONE there, and eyeballed everything that was going on in their shops.
I feel perfectly fine moving into a shop there now! Just parttime grease monkeys and one Honduh performance shop. M'eh.
