leaks like a sieve

I haven’t done anything quite this bad since I got off the drugs and quit drinking.  Stray animal, adopted on an absolute impulse.  Saw it, told the man I’d take it, went to the bank, got him his money, put it on the truck and led it home.  The motor sounds like someone shaking a coffee can full of nuts and bolts.  The clutch takes two hands to pull in, it has no front brake, and it leaks oil and gasoline from every possible orifice.  It is–in a word–perfect.  Read the rest of this entry »