The funny thing is...

Brian T (Chewie's Dad) was over this afternoon, so of course we couldn't resist popping the hood on Hanky. Hadn't looked at it since I drove it this weekend, after doing the compression test. The thing purrs like a kitten. No sign of blowing oil from the last drive. No drips. Once it started to warm, there was definitely blow by, but enough to blow all the oil out? Doesn't seem like it. I'm stumped. Hanky is an enigma. A puzzle. A haunting personality that I just haven't quite figured out. OK, maybe it's just a finicky, leaky old Scout. Still, not sure what's up with this intermittent oil leaking business. But, with those compression numbers, it's hard not to argue that it's time for a transplant no matter how well it seems to run every other day. Add it to the list...