He doesn't find one.
"Clearance on the rear cylinder intake valve?" he asks gruffly.
"Four-thousandths," I answer instantly without looking up, hand-tightening the head bolts. "Exact factory spec. Exhaust is set to five. Main shaft end-play is zero point zero-zero-six."
Diesel stares at the engine for ten long seconds, trying to maintain his gruff exterior, before letting out a soft sigh and shaking his head. "Kid's a natural. It’s annoying.
Cobra taught you too well. You can be ruined and in love, and still out-wrench us all.”
"Dad taught me the basics," I say pertly. "I taught myself the finesse."
"Don't let your old man hear you say that," a voice calls out from the wide-open garage bay door. “No way his ego could handle it.”
I turn around to see Big Mac and Bear strolling throu
