"Well, let's take a look," says Dean, gloves fallen and forgotten as he gets up on his knees, cramming his head into the space above them that houses the engine. "My daddy used to say a good engine was like a lover, find out what makes her purr and she'll treat you right forever."

He pokes around a bit, running his fingers here and there, just feeling her out, before he asks, "You got a three quarter ratchet in that box?"