I have a sick attention to detail. Almost psychotic. I would have made a great mechanic. I would still make a great mechanic. I get wierd when I work on cars. I am a surgeon. I now have all these qualifications when all I wanna do is get my hands dirty and fix your problem. Alas the funny thing is my best teacher is an ex-con who can't keep his life together but can adjust the valves on a 1979 Supra and do a brake job correctly on an 02 Prizm and install a brand new radiator on a 1978 Grand Prix in one hour.
One night I went to his house on a day off. He bummed a cigarette. I started looking through his cubbards. He had nothing to eat. Wifey put all the stuff I wasn't eating in a brown paper bag and gave to him. I was ashamed. A starving artist. He said ---- on it and got a CDL. He still walks me through everything I do on my car. Now he is getting big bucks driving a truck. But I know there are dead Supras that could be twisting curves and spittin' ashphalt had he been respected. Instead they lie in the random fields and impound yards.
One night I went to his house on a day off. He bummed a cigarette. I started looking through his cubbards. He had nothing to eat. Wifey put all the stuff I wasn't eating in a brown paper bag and gave to him. I was ashamed. A starving artist. He said ---- on it and got a CDL. He still walks me through everything I do on my car. Now he is getting big bucks driving a truck. But I know there are dead Supras that could be twisting curves and spittin' ashphalt had he been respected. Instead they lie in the random fields and impound yards.