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 Mechanic

Mechanic
Mechanic
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Mechanic
Every mechanic or shade tree man who is worth salt so to speak has told me a Mechanic can hear what's wrong with an engine
He can ear what's wrong with a car just by listen
He listens to motor on a test drive. Eye can't prove him wrong it happened to me this every mourning eye heard a car last night on this mechanical way home.
He shifted gears not once but twice and the third time the motor was nice. Then my mechanical bull came to me and eye learned to earn the pay that's been given me.
It was easy.
A man who passed by laughed and said it is the starter the bendix is dead.
Eye almost agreed then eye came to the clearing ahead.
The starter sounds bad eye agree but it's the fly wheel for certain lets see.
The first gear was one long grind and the starter whined.
The second gear was almost the same but relief came near the end of the shifter.
The third gear was there and the starter was silent eye speculated immediately it was the flywheel that done it.
The wheel was just worn out on just the one side.
AT least four mabe five teeth was missing.
A mechanical answer for a starter messed up.
He KNOWS it's his flywheel eye smiled with the answer up.
Why any man would never drive his truck without replacing his starter to make it stop whinnying and to make its stop whining
But a fly wheel costs money and as long as the third gear is caught
He is up up away on the highway today.
Starters are easily bought.





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