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“Dead. Cooked. Kaput,” Tony said, wiping sweat from his forehead. “I think she’s sludged up. She’s been running hot for weeks. I just… kept adding water.”

That night, Tony parked in his driveway in Moorebank, left the engine running, and listened. No tick. No knock. Just the quiet hum of a cooling system working exactly as it should.

When he finally poured the fresh green coolant in—a perfect 50/50 mix—the Commodore started with a purr. The temp needle sat right where it belonged. Tony drove out onto the Hume Highway, the air conditioning actually cold for the first time in a year.

Inside, a mechanic named Dez looked up from a tyre balancing machine. He had the calm, tired eyes of someone who’d seen every shade of automotive disaster.