13 years ago my Dad convinced me to buy a 1979 truck, and no doubt some of you still remember the beast, or at least it’s legend. While it may not have been much to look at, it was an opportunity for me to work with my Dad for many hours (attempting to) learn the ins and outs of automotive repair. Most of you probably know my mechanical skills have been the butt of many jokes, but this weekend I took on a project which gave me a new found appreciation for all my Dad did, forcing me to do work on a craptastic truck for 3 years.
In the interest of saving money (and practicing my drunken sailor vocabulary) I decided to take on replacing the brakes and rotors on my car myself. Admittedly, I had no clue whatsoever what I was doing. And while thanks to the internet I figured it out the process, I couldn’t have done it without those hours in my Dad’s garage years ago – instilling me with confidence that YES I CAN do it myself as long as I have the tools, the time, and plenty of four letter words.