We had just returned from Missouri. It had been a miserable trip with oppressive heat and the constant, headache-inducing smell of car exhaust. This was 1973, and half the cars on the road were burning oil. Back then, all exhaust had a color, a palette of wispy white to bluish gray — the latter color indicating oil had entered the combustion chamber. Th…
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