It's a good thing he knows what he's doing!

What's this?

 

A piece of modern art?

 

Something from the latest Star Trek movie?

Sadly, no, it's Eric's truck motor

...because one car dying wasn't enough.

After 288,000 miles we could hear the engine's tired voice wearily groaning, "I cannot, I cannot, I cannot," just like the dingy, rusty old engine straight from

The Little Engine That Could.

But to Eric, working on cars is therapeutic....when it goes well.
{some nuts are a wee bit resistant to movement of any kind!}

It is going well, just slow.

Painfully slow.

But before long, she'll be as good as new with a new motor,
and we'll be driving down the road, with the windows down, the wind blowing our hair, the music playing, and we'll have fun, fun, fun....