Measure Twice, Prompt Once

There&rsquo;s a garage in Ourense — not the fancy kind with diagnostics machines and waiting rooms with coffee, but the kind where oil has seeped into the concrete so deep it&rsquo;s become part of the floor. Moncho has worked there for forty years. Maybe forty-five. He stopped counting when his knees started predicting rain. &#xA; A young man brings in his car. Won&rsquo;t start. &ldquo;The…