We've had an oil leak in the BMW for months now. There has been a small puddle of oil on the garage floor, but lately the puddle has grown, a clear indication that something was going from bad to worse. We took the car in for a diagnostic evaluation so we knew exactly what was wrong, and then Kent decided he would fix it. Several gaskets had gone bad and were leaking, but Kent was convinced that replacing all those gaskets was in the realm of his abilities, and so he ordered in parts. They arrived early this week, and he's been repairing on and off all week. He watches a YouTube video, goes away and tinkers, returns to the video, then tinkers some more. We've been a one car family for a few days now, but we none of us have far to go on a regular basis, so it has been fine. He is convinced he will work it out, and I am confident he is right. Having him do it will probably take longer than if we took it into a shop, but it will be a whole lot cheaper, and right now, cheaper is better. When I posted this picture on Instagram, Linda Pugmire said, "He should be in a spook alley as the mad scientist cutting up body parts." My mom said, "He looks incredibly serious like he's undertaking surgery." It was sort of like that. We hope all his hard work will fix the problem.
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