I don’t know if he’s “good” exactly—his solution to every problem is the same:  pour liberal amounts of kitchen scotch into every available lubrication point.  Somehow the next morning about the time we begin to care again we find the motor runs and the darn thing chuggs off toward work, somewhat to the surprise of both of us.

Yep.  It’s a new (old?) term I learned recently for the lower-grade, daily use, “house” stuff that you drink in large quantities and/or with old friends, instead of the fancy “top shelf” stuff you bring out to impress or for special occasions.