My car broke down the other day. Water was running out all over the place and I was far from a mechanic to get help. Therefore I decided to fix it myself. I called the tow truck and had it towed home so I could work on it the following day.
I do not pride myself on being an auto mechanic. In fact my mechanical skills leaves a lot to be desired. I know just enough to be dangerous but not enough to be of any real help. I can usually diagnose a problem but beyond that I am pretty inept at doing the actual repairs.
As I slept through the night thoughts of taking the car to the garage flooded through my mind. I really did not look forward to getting up the next day and tackling a job that I find repulsive at worst and distasteful at best. As the day unfolded I soon realized why I am not a mechanic by trade.
TAKING ON THE CHALLENGE
After jacking up the car and placing it on jack stands, spreading cardboard on the floor beneath the engine, I crawled under the vehicle to make an attempt to repair what I thought was a blown radiator hose. After 2 hours of grunting, growling, godless outbursts, blooded knuckles, water soaked clothing, and oil stained arms, hands, and face the job was finally completed. Or so I hoped.
It did not take long for me to realize that the problem still existed. As I poured water into the radiator it would run right out onto the ground. All that time and effort had been spent in vain. All my good intentions had been wasted on the project. My attempts at saving a few dollars only ended in costing me additional money. I still had to pay for repairs after buying all the tools and supplies for my failed attempt.
Thoughts and views as seen from the resident raptor. Reflecting on life and the world as I see it.
