Edit: Deader than a doornail. The head gaskets are gone after only about 40,000 miles. The coolant has taken on a sickly brown tinge. The spark plugs are soaking wet and smell like a cocktail of coolant and oil.
Rest in piece, Fishbowl. 236,023 miles.
There are a few things that are inevitable: death, taxes, and your car breaking down.
Depending on what I find out in the next few hours, it’ll either end up on jack stands or plans will be made for it to end up in a scrapyard.
A part of me hopes I have an excuse to buy something new to me. A part of me hopes it still runs and can survive one last winter.