This is a follow-up for my post "The Mystery of the never ending engine repairs".
Ok, so after all of the going's on of our Cutlass, we get a call Tuesday from the mechanic working on it. He says it's fixed. And for all he knew, it was.
So this afternoon, my dad takes my husband over to pick it up. When the mechanic started it up in the parking lot, *POOF*...enormous cloud of bluish smoke! *Laughing* The mechanic hung his head and my dad and husband just looked at each other. So the mechanic just told my husband to bring it home and drive it around a little over the weekend to see what it does and bring it back after the Holiday weekend's over.
The drive home from the shop is about 30 miles. It dripped oil in my parent's driveway and when my husband got home, he checked the oil level. It had already lost half a quart! Hopefully, SOMEONE will be able to figure this out. But I don't think my dad thinks it's our fault anymore. Hehehe. As for me, I'm giving up. I think I'll buy a bottle of wine, christen is "Christine" and leave it at that.