the electric water pump, ally heads and rocker covers are polished too... Might have to paint the block a nice bright colour... Or as you say, rub some grease into the shiny bits.
Paul shuffles listlessly around the garage, hands in pockets, head hanging down. Treading an aimless path around the dust free rectangle where his lost love once stood, drips of oil like dirty tears stain the cracked concrete and the faint smell of petrol and paint tease his senses. A sound pricks his ears, his eyes widen as he turns to look but no it's just a passing bin lorry - she has gone ................ and he is lost