This morning I screwed up my courage and drove the Scout into work because the forecast is 90° and sunny. I haven’t had time to change the fluids or replace plugs and wires, so she still runs rich and stinky, but she runs and that’s good enough for me. I had a brief moment of fear when I drove up to the “maximum height” sign at the entrance to the garage and realized I could touch it with my fingers, but the windshield cleared it with about six inches to spare.