Dirty fingers and letting go..

It is very difficult for me, to let go.
I had this car longer than the love of my live.
And it was always a dream fixing her up. So now, as other people under these conditions are tearing out the intestine of my baby, it's hard so see. So again...I cry. .. I am really a softy.
I have to let go, and trust the mechanic.

It took us three hours to take the "head" of, and indeed we found a broken gasket.

Now we are on the quest for the "Holy Gasket"
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But in my stomach it feels like we might be lucky.
Help is everywhere,
We even made it to the Tissimsilt Newspaper.
So what can go wrong now?Okumaya devam et