Daddy issues, some might say, but at 55 I still compare myselves to my father (RIP), especially concering his areas of expertise.
Went to change the oil and the thermostat on my old (’96 Dodge 1500 w/ 5.9L) this AM, had the tools out and the son standing by to assist.
Lemme see, loosen the tortion wheel and get the serpentine off, check.
Un-bolt the alternator – tight bitch, two bolts one nut, check.
Look it over, gotta un-wire the alternator, remove the cross brace, move the AC lines …
…
… no.
My daddy, and many is the time, would be out there all day cursing and fighting the thing and having me there to assist and be cursed at and help him fight it.
And it is fond memories that make me larf – about how miserable it was at the time.
Me, I put it all back together – that took a half hour of cursing and fighting (tho’ not at my kid) – and I’m gonna bring it in to the shop and for US$200 they can replace the thermostat and change the oil and I won’t hafta curse nothin’ but them and the bill.
I hope my kid eventually gets smarter than me, too.
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