My son’s car stalled on the way home from work on a long lonely road. He and my husband spent days diving into the darkest recesses under the hood finding several problems and fixed them. Another couple of days and it was all back together.
It wouldn’t start.
Back under the hood they went, taking the thing apart again, layer at a time exposing those nether regions, tweaking this, tweaking that. Then, with greater care, it went back together, bolt by bolt.
It started. It leaked oil.
Refusing to haul it to the junkyard, however tempting, my son went online looking for solutions. The engine must get hot to seal the gasket, he discovers. He lets the car idle. No leaks. He drives it around the neighborhood. No leaks. He takes it on the freeway. No leaks.
Success. We celebrate.
A week later, it stalls on the same road coming home from work. Disappointment is putting it mildly. He arranges to have it towed. What could it be? Timing chain? Water pump? Valves?