POV Holly
I wiped the sweat off of my face and rested my breaker bar on my shoulder. Calvin came over and patted his hand on my other shoulder. “This one giving you trouble?” He asked, and I reluctantly nodded.
“I just don’t see where the problem is. I’ve replaced all the old parts, and it should be running like new, but I’m still hearing the knocking sound when she’s turned over.” I grumbled and he laughed lightly.
“Older models really have a love-hate relationship with those who take care of them, that’s for sure,” he said, then leaned against the tire. “So, it’s been almost one month since you started. How are you fairing?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’d fair a lot better if I could figure out this Vega. Like why did they make this car?”
“Well, it was the 70s,” he added with a full belly
