Of course I took the seat out!
Then covered my body in Crisco, then duct taped the only remaining knee I have, then zip tied a 2x4 to the other leg for safety closed my eyes and dove under the dash. Nowhere to run when the sparks fly and if you flinch and try to get away from the grinder that caught, you then bang your head on the underside of the dash which knocks the face sheild off your head which then jams the trigger down on the grinder as it mercilessly careens into your body as you try and put out your shirt that is now on fire. All the while wondering when was it that you had the brilliant plan to remove the guard for the grinder? Yep, should be a piece of cake under there!