How many times had she rescued it? She'd lost count. It seemed that every year since she'd gotten it, it had dwindled down to nothing and she'd had to give it a serious haircut to get it going again. It would, almost overnight, grow lush and full only to start dwindling and drooping again with no warning. How often she had looked at it, remembering, or drawing comfort from its upright eager vines that never seemed to quit. Poor Charlie, she thought. How many more times can I hack away at you like this and expect you to live? Your engine is a major contributing factor to your vehicle's fuel efficiency and over-all performance. You can make it more fuel efficient by turbo charging the engine or replacing some of the worn out Ford engine parts. Turbo diesel engines under 1.4 L are the most fuel efficient engines in terms of power per unit displacement.

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