Wednesday, 27 January 2021

First of a new skill set

Living here I have had to learn to do a lot more things myself rather than just paying someone to do it for me. I know that sounds kinda, I don't know, posh...but not posh...at least bloody lazy but that's not the case. I always have tried to do stuff around the house a bit of painting... Maybe lay some laminate flooring...but cars... Yeah mechanic all the way before, but here, and now, I on a steep learning curve. 
When we first arrived we rented a vehicle, as we were being gifted a car from a deceased family member. It has been sat around for a while so need some work.  
So I said I'd help, now prior to this my entire mechanic experience was holding a torch (flashlight) so my dad could see (I had no idea what he was doing), how to change a tyre (tire), and check the oil, aside from that it was turn key and car goes vroom.
So I arrive and see the cars up on bricks, well the front end anyway. And I'm faced with my wife's father and her uncle awaiting for me nearby. Now, I get the cajun louisiana accent, and by this time my jet lag was mostly gone, but the two of them have a slightly different style ones fast the other slow. So I struggled in translation, 
It hadnt helped that amy had told them I had worked on cars before so they're chatting away about  the engine or something... And I'm just nodding... Then I heard suspension...at least I knew where that was so I got prepped for crawling on the floor. Head under car looking I got the feeling I was missing the point. 
Turned out working on the car with Amy's uncle was a lot like working with my dad, I held things in placed, shone the torch, and occasionally put my weight behind things...but at least he explained the plan of what was going to happen each time. 
So my first seriously giving a car, I ended up with grease all over my hands, on my face, and somehow in my ear and to this day...I still don't know what we fixed on that car that day. Parts were changed, but I have no idea.

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