The friend who loaned us his car when he left for the States refused to accept money from us as rent. That didn’t bother me, because I was pretty sure it needed a little attention. So: oil change. Then front shock absorbers, mounts, stabilizer links, and brake pads. Then rotate, balance tires, and align front end. And now to the auto electric shop for the “check engine” light and nonfunctional – despite apparently good bulb – right rear turn signal.
This shop is chaotic inside, with parts and tools everywhere.
Which, I guess, is why I found the neat paths around an island of alternators amusing. Chaos, but organized chaos.
