Do you think that maybe the issue mystifies him and he’s trying to save face? (No pun intended.) Or maybe drugs?
Nope. He’s too old to be mystified and has a history of racing, restoring and customizing vehicles, so if he can’t find the problem, it’s because there is a poltergeist in the machine.
Drugs? Absolutely not. Beer? Yes. Other drugs, no.
I suspect he is busy with restoration projects that pay good money and that he took my piddly little repair job as a favor to work on in his spare time. He was as nice and personable as he has ever been. Just busy.
And I shouldn’t have been such a beach about it.