I had a car once that I swear I was fixing something on it weekly. Once, I even had to change the CV Joints
and luckily for me, my dad was there to help. Another time I had to
change a water pump, then the thermostat and then shocks, and finally,
after a few years, the whole motor blew and I changed that out too.
Well, I didn’t do it alone, my dad and brothers did most of the work.
Now
that I think about it, I was quite the fixer chick back when I was in
my late teens, early twenties. Today, I’m not sure I could even
identify the CV Joints on
my car. And where did carburetors go? Everything is new and different
looking and much more complicated and cramped. And I suppose that it
okay, because back in my day of fixing my own cars, I also worked for my
uncle’s Truck and Fabrication shop and had all the tools and space I
might need at my disposal. Now days, I wouldn’t even know where to find
a Metal Fabrication shop.
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