[Cliff glanced up from under the hood at the sound of his son's voice and pulled himself out of the compartment, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of a grease blackened hand. He would clean up later, he promised.]

Ain't she always?

[Shaking his head, he cast the truck a fond smile even as he kicked one of it's tires.]

I think she might be on her last legs, but I'm not gonna give up on her yet. She's got a few more years in her. I hope.