“The fuel line’s connected to the… oil filter. The oil filter’s connected to the…” I looked at Mike. “What’s this one?”
He shrugged. “Just plug it into that thing there.”
“The battery?”
He shrugged again. “Why not?”
I looked at the engine again. I wasn’t even sure the fuel line was the fuel line, or that the thing I just put that pipe onto was the oil filter. Cars looked nothing like cars these days. I’d have better luck with this thing if I had a computer on hand.
“That ought to do it,” I said, dusting my hands off as I closed the hood.
“Great!” Mike slapped me a victory high five and we walked away from the car, laughing like a pair of schoolboys.