November 22, 2019, I remembered vividly from the sheet of paper I get every time I clocked out from Subway. I got into the driver seat of my car and turned on the heater, and along with the usual sound from the HVAC system was the sudden knocking on my window. The face of an old man appeared behind the glass and I unrolled the window to talk to him. He asked if I can help him, because his old Honda wouldn’t startup. I decided to take a look since I was somewhat confident in cars and intrigued by what I will see. I opened his car's hood to reveal a world of complex...
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