Right, so if you do decide to check this place out, be anywhere in the general vicinity of it, be prepared to be accosted by the crazy arson lady:

I was out for one of my nightly bike rides, going past the factory right next to Metal Tech, when I hit a hole (because I was an idiot and was not looking where I was going) and flipped over. Nothing bad enough to injure me, but my brakes are completely locked. The one night I don't wear my multi-tool, I need it.

I take the light off of the front of my bike, go and and check the side of the factory (10 feet from the road), thinking that maybe there will be a friendly night guard that will let me borrow some pliers (I checked the side because there were no windows up front). Nadda, completely dark inside, so I got and sit down next to my bike, text someone to pick me up and put my phone away.

About 2 minutes after I sit down, way too soon for my friend to get there, a car drives up. My naive self thinks that it will be a good Samaritan offering some help. Boy I was wrong. How wrong I was. Here is a transcription of my conversation with the crazy arson lady:

Woman in Car: Hey you there!
Me: Hi there, I don't-
Woman in Car: WHAT WERE YOU DOING LOOKING INTO THE BUILDING?
Me: Uh, I was looking to see if there was someone that could help me with my bike.
Now apparently crazy woman:That building is abandoned! Vacant!
Me: Well I didn't know that.
Crazy Woman: There has been a lot of arson around here lately!
Me: I'm aware of that, but do you honestly think an arsonist would sit in front of the building he was planning on burning down? Besides, I'm part of the historical society, I really hate arson.
Crazy woman: I'm a member of the historical society too, I want to see your historical society ID!
Me: Uh, I don't have it on me (seeing as it is a membership card made of paper that would just take up space in my wallet)
Crazy woman: I don't believe you!
Me: *listing off the secretary, treasurer, and president of the historical society*
Crazy woman: Who are you talking about!?
Me: The Treasurer, Secretary, and President of the Historical Society.
Crazy woman: People just tried to burn that building down over there!
Me: I know, I read about it in the paper, I really hate arson.

She then drives off. OR SO I THOUGHT. She made a giant loop of the industrial road I'm on, parked maybe 70 feet away from me and waited till I left in my friend's car.

I'm all for people protecting against arson, but come on, don't be fucking paranoid and accuse random fucking people of arson.