David paused, looking back at Richard with a thoughtful expression. “I think,” he said slowly, “I might start fixing things again. It’s what I’m good at.”

And with that, David drove off into the night, the once-silent engine purring confidently beneath him.

Richard stood there for some time, the crisp air biting at his skin, his mind swirling with the night’s events. It wasn’t just a car that had been resurrected in that garage; it was a testament to resilience and the enduring power of skill and passion.