Ever have a buddy who refused to write anything down because he could "keep it all in his head"? My friend was like that with his own house stuff. His washing machine had a weird leak that would come and go, and he'd just tinker with it each time. After the third flood in his laundry room, his wife made him start using sticky notes on the machine itself to log what he tried. Turned out the leak only happened on the heavy-duty cycle, which he kept forgetting. Now his washer looks like a yellow Post-it bird hit it, but the floor is dry.

WHAT. No but seriously, when you put it like that it does sound insane. The shift from little plastic parts on my kitchen table to like, several hundred feet of actual open air under the cab is a trip. My brain just files it all under "crane stuff" and moves on. But yeah, hearing you say it out loud makes the whole thing sound completely wild.