So I just spend the greater part of the afternoon with the one and only Justin aka Chilled Man, our favorite forum lurker. He asked me via text message to say "Justin is awsome" somewhere on the forums, so in order to be as true to his request as possible, I have decided to omit the "e".<p>I got an iPod adapter from Yosef (YK-GTR) and recently bought a Prosport Digital Gauge and the CF Gauge Pod from Carbon Fiber Werks. I have zero ability to do anything automotive, but Justin has enough skill to make up for my deficit.<p>When I arrived, Justin was instantly jealous of my oversized plastic Burger King cup filled with glorious ultra sweetened Nestea Raspberry Tea. That would spark a drive later. But for now, I just had a man with his legs sticking out of my car peeling away various panels of my dash and center console to make room for the iPod adapter. After just a few minutes, my interior was recognizable only to the Belgians who put the car together in the first place. I was parked directly behind Alan's (Lawyr) old TiGrey S60R which met an unfortunate end not so long ago. As the car rested in shambles, completely parted out with barely a frame and engine left, we remarked how Alan carelessly left bird droppings on the back of the car near where a door used to be - it could rust IF left untreated.<p>This is a man who knows his business. He dismantles interior panels as an adult film star would shed clothing. Of course, I was interested in chatting since I'm wholly and utterly useless when it comes to making my R naked, so I continued to interrupt him while he fiddled with cabling and the sort. As small things have a tendency to get lost, something metallic, small and clip-shaped became missing from my center console, and we went to Lowe's to get something to jerry-rig said fitting. Justin's skill is undeniable in this - not only does the center console fit together just as before, but now it's easier to remove than before. Improvisation meets creativity - my center console now has the Chilled Mod. You should all be insanely jealous right now.<p>But across the parking lot from the Lowe's, there stood the Burger King from whence my Nestea originated. Without pause or hesitation, Justin climbed into his XC and made a mad dash for the Burger King drive-thru, where we were promptly greeted by an overly made-up woman who would probably be the Burger King's personal adult entertainer. After returning to the shop with Nestea thirst quenched and getting the center console figured out, more chat arose regarding his brainchild, the only 2001 V70XC Manual of which I am currently aware, and the plethora of fantastic other vehicles lined up along the front. Style is not one of his short-comings, and his ability to not only modify a car, but to make it truly his own, and doing it all himself astounded me. Then, his ability to instantly recognize problems impressed me even more - this has eluded Volvo technicians after I've asked them to check several times - my upper engine mount is bust. "It's cheap and easy to fix", said the burly man, pointing at an obvious crack straight through the broken part. <p>Unfortunately, time ran out. I still have a boost gauge which needs fitting. But, that will be left for next Monday, when I sojourn yet again....to Justin's shop. He has fantastic mechanical skill - if you are in need of service, talk to this man. Why would I return to my dealer, or any other mechanic for custom work when here is someone with knowledge of the product, the aftermarket and the community, with a better rate than the Philadelphia-area shops and a more interesting and lively experience than sitting in a showroom reading a car magazine from March of 2002? <p>Here is how I see Justin: Philip Seymour Hoffman meets Mad Hatter, with a helping of James May and a dash of Godfather-era Marlon Brando. If we, as Volvo enthusiasts, ever began our own organized criminal syndicate and brotherhood, Justin would promptly rise to the top of our underhanded family.