I pulled the release lever near my left knee.

He lifted the heavy metal hood and waved away the cloud of smoke.

He shined a small brass flashlight down into the engine.

“Your timing belt snapped,” he said.

“It took the water pump and the valves with it.”

“Can you fix it?

Is it completely ruined?” I asked.

“I can fix it, but you really don’t want me to,” he said.