My brother-in-law came by yesterday morning and fixed the brakes while I was sleeping in.  Heckuva deal, eh?
He's a professional diesel mechanic.  And a fine Christian.
We forced him to take a hundred bucks for his work.  It was tough going, but we won.
The missing cylinder was pretty much a spark plug.  That looks like a problem that will come back.  Until it does, though, we can't diagnose it.
I need to find out why my family just got so darn quiet.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
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