Spewing: Trannies

"Well," he sighed, wiping a smudge of grease off his forehead. "At least I won't need an oil change. There’s nothing left in there to change."

He sat on the tailgate, cracked a lukewarm soda, and waited for the highway patrol, watching the last of his transmission fluid shimmer like a desert mirage in the midday sun. spewing trannies

A sudden, violent thud shook the chassis. In the rearview mirror, he saw a mist of bright crimson fluid spraying onto the hot asphalt. It looked like the truck was bleeding out. The transmission pump had finally given up, spewing pressurized ATF (Automatic Transmission Fluid) out of the front seal and directly onto the exhaust manifold. "Well," he sighed, wiping a smudge of grease