"Your Tranny is probably broken!"
At least that's what Gil, the overtly jubate and underwhelmingly deodorant-ed auto mechanic, told me after eyeballing my truck's flashing check engine light.
Doomsday in the form of a dashboard flicker... Damnit! That's $3,000 that me and my ManWoman Tranny of an engine will never see again!
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