Son Homme de Porte Arrière
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Fletcher spent most of the day happily rebuilding carburetors and tuning the Porsche. It was nearly four before everything was done, but he didn’t mind. Working on that old car was a real pleasure.
The engine started promptly enough, but he knew by then that its working life was coming to an end. Compression checks had suggested a critical need for a valve job, at the very least. He’d replaced plugs and wires and filters, set the timing and changed all the fluids, but there was a limit to what could be done, no matter how expertly. The engine was just flat worn out, and from the sound of things, a complete overhaul was long overdue.
Of course, what he really needed to do was convince the b***h goddess to let him do a complete restoration on the car, which
