I Concede To Emily

The final word:

In lieu of taking it* to the body shop and dissecting the engine to see if the heads (gaskets...whatever) were actually blown, Tater took it to have the oil changed, cleaned out and a bunch of other stuff I didn't really listen to. We're going to go ahead and drive it and "see what happens". Sounds risky to me, but I defer to the Y Chromosome where cars are concerned.

I hereby bow to Your Youngness and TOTALLY concur. You win.

*Dang, I feel she needs a name, now. I like Vivian. She's long and lean and classy. Maybe Audrey...