Yesterday I was leaving a little later then I'd hope for what was, essentially, my second day of work. Now, leaving a little bit later is no big deal since I make a definite habit of being ten minutes early. I'd just affixed brand-new plates to my car, having walked in from town that morning. I was pretty excited to have a ride again.
My car took half a minute to turn over and warm up, which was fine considering it's been parked for three months over winter. The real problems started when I went to drive it. It simply didn't want to move. With a little extra persistence I managed to get it onto the driveway, but was certain, by now, that it wasn't going to drive.
Turns out the rear wheel was dragging. Apparently the e-brake had seized on.
Ok. Now, I drive Honda Civics which are amazingly reliable cars. Still, there's been a number of repairs (considering the first was older then me), which I've always done myself. What I mean by that is I always bring my car to my Dad and he sorts things out well I'm the go-for. This car, until yesterday, only needed some body rust touch-up, which my brothers helped me with.
I have tried to create an interest in mechanics. I really wish it came naturally to me, but apart from the fact that I acknowledge these skills as extremely useful I have absolutely no desire to learn. Where as I wish I was more like this...
Working on my car always makes me feel kinda tough, which is probably not a good sign to start with.
I've learned the basics. But I wish I knew much more. Maybe I've just set my standards a little high comparing myself to my brothers who rebuild all their own stuff and the one who does incredible airbrush body work.
I've ground through the e-brake cable, now, and it still doesn't feel right. I may be biking to work today. If my Dad doesn't fix it on his lunch hour.